The emasculated inspector
A strange tear welled and an impending sense of vermicelli. Who is this con of whom I have heard oft? In such rudite company I fear a part. A stand in. Elevated maybe to that of extra. If I should be so bold as to flatus quietly, discretely, will my companions note the nakedness of my indiscretion or ignore it. Can I say? I have vertigo.
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