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“What kills me is that that is what passes for sexy today, that kind of plastic blow-up doll. Who wants to go to bed with a blow-up doll? How fucked up is that?” I wasn’t sure it was any less fucked up to want to go to bed with a sixteen-year-old, but I remained silent.
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