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I was in Paris, alone, lonely. I took myself to the cinema one Saturday afternoon. Sitting in the dark, I heard a man cough behind me. I knew from the cough that he spoke english. I said hi. He was American. We had coffee. Went to his apartment and had sex. He had the smallest penis of any man i have ever met. I didn't tell him, but he must have known. It was tiny. I don't even remember his name. It was a long time ago but I still regret it. I hope he has forgotten about it, or at least doesn't think too badly of me. |
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