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He thinks, and he says: "I don't know if the
actuality gauges govern this but we can make a policy. But you got to guarantee you're in good health now." I says: "Look, leave her with me. Come back and see if it stands up. If it stands up, you know I'm in good health." The jerk leaves her. I screw her. Not only that, she likes it. And she tells me when her boss, the jeweller, is shipping stones to Holland where he keeps his stash in a drawer in the safe. Everything. Can't ask for more, right? Except, one better. I never paid the first premium on the new cock policy. Cock insurance. Life is funnier than shit!
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