I do not want to beat about this bush or that bush. I will say it straight: I am not a perverted fellow.
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Reuben stared up at the posters. “That’s a strawberry popsicle, right? And what’s that your friend’s got there?”
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May, 1946. Willard Rochester sat in his office in the Federal Building in Manhattan. He glanced at his watch.
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