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But I see now. I don't want her hurt. Shocked and appalled, she brought her left knee up fast, ramming his testicles swiftly. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. Again silence. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels.
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