Desperately grasps for the hyper-vivid blood-soaked maximalism of Carnahan or Bay but can't keep itself hard to the end; its forehead damp with flop, each pump weaker than the last, arrhythmically collapsing, drooling into the pillow.
Sorry, choo-choos make me horny.
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