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The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn’t horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
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The night we broke into Bron-yr-Aur it was too cold to make love. I said I wasn't horny anyway. You put your hand on my forehead: Are you ill?
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