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I still haven't touched myself. | A Dissolute Life Means...
Though I want to. Badly. I had a Guinness or two last night and The Neighbor stopped by, drunk from drinking after softball. He wanted me to try some of his jello shots. As he walked in, I could smell the baseball diamond on him, dusty and sweaty. I imagined licking him clean and splitting …