His arms were naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering of soft hairs. My mother shall never degrade herself by a connection with you. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. Pale, flesh-colored light filtered in through the corners of the house. Finger to his lips, Gerald pointed in the direction of the noise.
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