Eventually, I cleared my eyes of the nasty stuff and found myself staring straight up into the owner's face, happier than I had ever seen him. I shouted, hoarse and coughing, forgetting my station. I continued to curse while I pulled myself together. I asked, as I started to laugh myself. You could have put it in an elephant's cunt.
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