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As the Master walked toward home through the dark swamp, he became aware of a prickling sensation at the back of his neck, as if someone were watching
from behind the shrubs at the end of the garden. She slowly moved towards
the gazebo, careful not to let the sabre-toothed tiger out of her
panties. What is was doing there is anyone's
business but their own. No one else needs to know
about these sorts of shenanigans, except where a decent bung is offered; of course then all bets are off.
