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A couple of minutes later, he was snoring like mad. I kept laying there in the dark anyway, though, trying not to think about old Jane and Stradlater in that goddam Ed Banky's car. But it was almost impossible. The trouble was, I knew that guy Stradlater's technique. That made it vaginal shot cum even worse. We once double-dated, in Ed Banky's car, vaginal shot cum and Stradlater was in the vaginal shot cum back, with his date, and I was in the front with mine. What a technique that vaginal shot cum guy had. What he'd do vaginal shot cum was, he'd vaginal shot cum start snowing his date
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