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I was on my back. His head moved away, downward, clearing my line of sight; I looked with wonder- more of disbelief- at a leaf held by the ceiling. I felt him dig, “Are you inserting yourself?” “Just the finger. Look.”
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
The Blind ******
I was on my back. His head moved away, downward, clearing my line of sight; I looked with wonder- more of disbelief- at a leaf held by the ceiling. I felt him dig, “Are you inserting yourself?” “Just the finger. Look.”
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 2:18 AM UTC
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