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O my divine lord, it grieves my heart to see you in this wretched state so.
sad and lonely
He's gone, my dick won't get up.
Don't say such things, my lord, you're more butch than all the bad boys.
Ah, my dear Tinkulai, what's done is done, as a man.
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