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Our hero commiserates on the sorrows of celibacy.
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| Jesus, I haven't been laid in ages. It's killing me. | |
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| I barely remember what getting pussy was like. | |
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| It was dark and warm and first, then bright and very cold. | |
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Still, it could be worse.
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| I mean BESIDES the birth canal. | |
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