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She works herself further down my body, squatting on her knees to wash my legs and calves, my butt and penis. After she's done, she kisses my stomach and hero rises to her feet. Let me say this about a fat man's penis: When the rest of your body is big, hero you sacrifice in other areas. My pediatrician, a stout Polish man who did more harm than good, who spoke without consideration, is responsible for my fat right ankle, an hero ankle now sensitive to cold weather, an ankle he should not have broken during an examination of a sprain by twisting too roughly. Although he is a man with many shortcomings, I cannot deny his astute observation of my lower extremities. "Ogre-like. I've never seen so much hair on feet. And your nails! Good god, cut your toenails."
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