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Once there was three bachelors that lived together, Nico, Marco and Wimpo.
The well-known Gay Cavaliers
loves to have a picnic on Mount Everest wearing nothing at all except a
slimy, incredibly dense monolith- proportionally vast, dwarfing all that surrounded it, yet all considered, hardly higher than my cripplingly inadequate manservants sloping, degenerate, shoulder.
The slope of his shoulder evoked a strange sense of longing within; it had the steep incline of Nevis and the sheer honesty of a
squat, red brick building.
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Crowfeeder
Mr Cistern
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