“the brother turns to examine the goldsmith’s two-year-old grandson, a bow-legged, befuddled, and potbellied baby who has one finger in his nostril; all of them now study this fellow’s *******cised, puffy [redacted] that ends in a wrinkled pout, then the compare it to the elephant’s trunk.”
i literally have nothing to say
— Apr 10, 2026 06:08PM
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