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\"Today's Friday, isn't it?\" Lucy remembered. She drew his penis out of the strange little vent in his boxer shorts. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. "Go to lunch," he ordered Ruth. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. She felt sharp animal teeth pierce her above her shoulder.
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