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"There weren’t enough gumdrops in the shop to feed the dopamine and keep him to me. My blue-suited brother had gotten wise and hid our mother’s loot on his token visit home. So when the need jerked Andrew stupid, and he got rabbit in his blood, I said, How about you hold onto me and shoot your load on my ass? If you want."

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