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right front pant pocket.
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Now that he's gone
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on the bus to
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kill a little time
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at the local asylum
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Reece missed him so
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little, his posts were
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better than small ones
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that Herr-Berbunch fondles. There
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between Reece's cheeks, he
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he nestled himself in,
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sliding his ripe plums
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into Reece's fruit bowl
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for Flaxpants to drink
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with Tarjak. A threesome
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