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The wall fan chopped off my arm.
Now you wanna Holla
, she said, the afternoon sunlight glinting off her wild, beautiful eyes. I, of course, could not, given how tightly the gag had been tied, and how strongly the ropes held my
diaper. I have chronic diarrhea and am incontinent. I panic when I am not near a
bank machine so I wondered if I could write a cheque? I meant to get to the
milk on the way home, but forgot. Nevermind, all is forgiven.
