A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Corporation. He took over, doing his best to rearrange his overly sensitive member back into his pants.
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