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Anyhow, I’m lyin’ there, thinkin’, “This is livin’!”—like in “Yi Yi,” when NJ says, “I see the world through your eyes.” That’s it, sugar! Them fingers see my knots and melt ‘em away. Ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a dance, all sensual-like. I giggled so hard once, oil splattered—looked like I’d wrestled a hog! And the masseuse? Built like a brick house—talk about eye candy! Got me blushin’ worse’n a schoolgirl.

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So, I took a break and stepped outside. I needed some air. I walked down to the park on the corner of Colne Road. It’s a nice little spot, but today? It was a mud pit. I slipped and nearly fell flat on my face. I was like, “Seriously, Halstead? You’re trying to kill me?”

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