“What? No! I don’t want to be destroyed and sticky and have my feet sucked on.” His nose wrinkled up. “You… what?” “That’s what happens at orgies,” I explained, because it didn’t sound like he knew. I felt overwhelmingly relieved at that. “You don’t know where to put your feet, so they go into Oyev’s mouth.” “Are you drunk again?” he asked.
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