to cough.
I did.
I felt his caress.
Cough again, please.
I did.
It was all
very
awkward.
I can't imagine
leading
this kind of life.
Going home after
touching stranger's balls
all day
and cooking dinner
with those same
hands
and feeding meals
to your wife and kids.
I always wondered
if he got
some sort of
kick
out of it.
Sometimes a lil too much.
Nobody would really know.
It's all very creepy,
but this is the world
we live in.
It's so full
of cancer
and balls.
We need these weirdos.
I mean,
professionals.
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