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| I've spent all this time trying to get over my lust for beastiality, and then fate lands me alone in a field with a hot pink donkey. | |
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| Oh, no, this guy is looking at me funny. I think he may want to violate the sanctity of my donkey-hole. | |
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| I should just walk away... I can resist... I can resist... I can resist... remember the therapy... breathe, breathe... | |
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| He's trying to look innocent, then he's going to turn and strike! Or is he really harmless? I can't tell! The anticipation is killing me! I wish he would just get it over with. | |
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| Okay... I'm calming down now... I think I'll be able to resist as long as the donkey doesn't do anything overly tempting. | |
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| AAAHHH! I CAN'T TAKE IT! GO ON, GET IT OVER WITH! JUST DO IT! | |
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