#42880 - “I spose it be a back hand compel-ment when you says it like that,” she agreed and she waddled off to dish up my dinner. “Dear god my head, my member, where are my breeches?” I demanded. Some time later she came to find me, “Why don’t you buy an ‘ore?” she asked.
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