>>"More," he pleaded, Oliver Twisting your arms and ears. <<At first it was just a beginning, a sudden start that looked flabby and weathered -- flabby as a fat orange tabby, flabby like an unkempt, incontinent Manx belching on an ottoman, its fur stained with popcorn butter, and weathered as a prehistoric bark tool, weathered like the face of my neighbor, Cynthia Dashwood, a chain-smoking hotbody who pushes men away from her, flapping her palms like a chimp gorging on fleas from its brother's back and then pushing him away.
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