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Richmond Hill Memory Lane
Spike whimpers as a pink and purple striped sweater is put on him. When he reaches the end of the sweater, Didi, who is sitting in a chair, is revealed to have put it on him. Stu walks in, shocked when he sees Spike wearing the sweater. Leaving his diaper at the side of the playpen, he walks up to Spike, then grunts as he pulls up his shirt. When he gets it off, he tosses it aside and giggles.
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Underlying everything was still the disgusting, desperate desire to copulate. I smiled defiantly and he caught my head between his hands and pulled me close. It began as tasting, but then-biting. I mean, what we done to this world.