glory hole suck
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Posted:Jan 9, 2013 6:38 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 30365 Views
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It's been a particularly hard day at work, and I am genuinely exhausted, but as soon as I am done posting this little message I am going to walk the ten or so blocks to the nearest adult shop, walk in, go to the arcade, find a glory hole booth, stick my cock through the hole and get it taken care of. Last time I went I only got a hand job, but the guy was gentle, took his time, and played with my balls too. I had an intense orgasm, zipped up and walked out.
The weather has warmed considerably, so I don't mind walking to the porn shop. I haven't had an orgasm for a couple of days, so this one ought to blow my mind. If I am in the mood when I get back I'll put up a quick post about it.
Off to get my cock sucked by a total stranger!
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work sluts
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Posted:Jan 8, 2013 8:13 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 28650 Views
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I work in a place that is owned by females, run by females, and predominantly staffed with females. The customers that come in are disproportionately female as well, and some of them are very attractive. For a while, I kept it very professional, and didn't so much as flirt or touch anyone I worked with or came into contact with while I was at my job. As time has passed and I've gotten comfortable, that has changed considerably. This morning, I decided to take it even further.
Lately, my boss has been doing a lot more than just hugging me when we see each other. She finds reasons to touch my stomach and then makes comments about how she should stop before she gets into trouble. I'm not exactly sure what she means, but coming from a woman who has a girlfriend/wife it is curious. She's invited me to touch her stomach, talks about her breasts while trying to show them off to me through her shirt, and asks about how my girlfriend and I are getting along a bit too often for it all to be normal. Maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part, but I am going to start touching her more seductively, or in places that border on inappropriate/sexual just to see what kind of reaction I get. I can be subtle enough about it that I don't get into trouble.
There is also a barely legal gal that does some very rudimentary tasks for us, part time, that I am going to start to get physically closer to. She often reaches out and touches my arm when we talk, and always seeks me out to say goodbye, no matter where I am in the building, so I know there's at least a connection. One of my female co-workers assures me the hand on the arm thing when we talk is definitely a sign or signal, even if it's not conscious.
What I'm really going to start working on though, is fucking the customers. Today I experienced something that was just a glimpse of the fun I could be having, and I have been unable to think about anything else since. It was nothing too outrageous, but it I suddenly realized the potential of what I could do, and have been inspired ever since.
A lovely customer came in asking about chairs. We don't carry many, and all of them are used, so I escorted her to our warehouse. This is a building that is completely separate from the main sales floor, and is often completely empty for hours at a time. When it became clear, very early, that we were not going to have what the lady was looking for I stopped concentrating on searching and started talking to her. Her body language told me she was comfortable, and was in no hurry to leave, so I sat on the edge of a piece of furniture that was near her while we chatted. When she moved a bit closer, I found a reason to stand up and move past her, and as I did I reached out and put a hand on her hip. It was sort of a gentle, "Let me get by you" kind of touch but I let it linger much longer than necessary. When we stopped a moment later and she kept close by, I took the plunge and turned the conversation more personal. She leaned back against the wall, looked into my eyes, and started talking in a very husky yet hushed voice. My cock got hard and I think I reached down to adjust myself a little bit without being aware of it. If one of my co-workers hadn't entered the warehouse at that moment I might have done or suggested something...
I might also find a desperate woman who will do something sexual or demeaning to get something we sell for free, or at a substantial discount. I am definitely not above finding ways to make that happen.
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ftm (female to male) fun
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Posted:Jan 7, 2013 7:57 pm
Last Updated:Jan 13, 2013 4:40 pm 28692 Views
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Working in porn shops and various other adult businesses throughout the years, I ran across many cross-dressing men, and seriously butch women, but never was I aware of being in the presence of a truly transgender individual. Yes, there were some gorgeous guys who looked and lived the part of a woman as many hours of the day as they possibly could, but they were never out to completely modify their bodies or alter their sexual organs. Not until I began working at the bathhouse in Portland a few years ago did I have the opportunity to speak to, or have any interactions with, a transgender person. The individual I am referring to worked there with me, and felt like it was the one thing that really defined him, above all else. He was “ftm” which stands for “female to male” and essentially means that he was born a female but looked, acted like, and ultimately planned on being a male. As far as biology went he’d had chest reduction surgery, was taking testosterone and other medications meant to make him more masculine, was allowing body hair to grow everywhere, and had managed what could only be described as a micro penis. It was really just a huge clitoris, but whatever. If you saw him, or spoke with him, you would have no idea you were actually talking to a woman. The transformation was that complete and convincing.
I remember thinking that many contradictions were buried in this one individual. She was born a female but wanted to be a male. As a male, she tried to have relationships with women – a very heterosexual thing to do - but she was biologically a woman so any interactions with other women were essentially homosexual. Yet, as a male, she worked in a gay bathhouse, which made her the only biological female in the building at any given time. Any “fun” she had while at work, no matter how she “identified”, was going to be heterosexual in nature, even if it appeared homosexual. It took me a while to wrap my head around a mind that operated like that. The stereotypical male attitude about sex was there, but anyone can adopt and fake that sort of thing so long it actually becomes a part of who they are, and it’s not unheard of in the female of our species either. I think it was something this person felt they needed to do in order to seem more authentically male. That is just my opinion. In all the time we worked together, I was never even a little bit curious about what sex would be like with him. Eventually I quit the bathhouse, and have not seen him again since.
Recently I began pursuing a sexual liaison with a very different ftm that I found while searching for some fun one night on the computer. This particular guy was small and feminine, enjoyed being the source of pleasure, and didn’t mind sucking anonymous cocks through glory holes so I set up a meeting at my workplace to discuss having a bit of fun together. When he arrived I was once again floored at how complete the female to male transformation was. With the exception of a slightly higher pitch in voice, or maybe the size of his hands, I would never have guessed I was standing next to a woman. We spoke for a brief time, establishing some basic rules and enumerating our likes and dislikes, and then began to get naked right there in the break room. My cock was stiff, but not fully engorged, because despite my excitement I also had a few reservations. Being admittedly heteroflexible, it thrilled me that I was actually going to be doing something with a woman, no matter how much she thought of and presented herself as a man. This fact alone, I believe, is what had me as erect as I was, but the rest of me was both curious and cautious about what I would see when we finally got down to business.
He was built well, with a small frame and soft skin. Of course, he’d attempted to surgically remove or muscle-build any hints of femininity out of his body, and had succeeded in doing so quite well. There were suggestions of female in his neck, eyes, hands and lips, but that was about it. The cunt between his legs was surrounded by hair, and the clitoris had been stretched and pumped to look like a very tiny cock was hanging between his legs. Even from behind I could not convince myself I was fucking a female for very long though. This made what I had hoped would be a wonderful, new experience kind of awkward at first. I am not attracted to, or aroused by body hair on men or women, so seeing it all over the place was quite a turn off. To further complicate things, he was quiet and straight-faced the entire time, as if partially detached from what was happening to him/between us. I was not attracted to his body, but did enjoy his oral attentions, letting my cock slip between some soft and talented lips while I leaned back against the break room table. When it came time to fuck I sat him down in a chair, spread his legs, and plunged into his pussy as deep and hard as I could. It was like fucking a virgin and I relished it, pushing against a hole that simply did not like what I was doing to it, and wanted me to stop. I had been invited to treat the guy’s pussy this way and took full advantage. Had the ass been offered, I would have torn that apart as well.
After violating the female to male for a while I slowed down and did my best to fuck with less violence and more passion. I would often look down at my cock to remind myself that I was indeed inside a pussy, because the rest of the person copulating with me was most assuredly male. I did not get to fondle beautiful breasts or gaze into a pair of sexy eyes but I did get to explore that tight, unyielding pussy for a gratifying amount of time. He allowed me my pleasure, barely speaking or moving the while I had my fun. I asked only once, if he was enjoying himself, and when he said that he was in a monotone voice I decided to give up on obtaining any satisfaction or excitement from his responses. I’d just dig in and be selfish, take what I wanted, and then get on with my night.
I tried to fuck the guy from behind but found my level of arousal dropped considerably. Wearing condoms meant I’d lost quite a bit of sensation, so I needed to actually be aroused beyond the physical to enjoy myself. Without the visual of my cock going in and out of his mangled vagina, I was having to fantasize about things to keep hard. That is definitely not what I had arranged our meeting to accomplish, so I made sure the majority of the fucking took place in a position where I could see what was going on between our legs. That, or I made sure he was on his knees, with my cock buried in his throat. Doing this, I made sure to have a good time and finally brought myself to orgasm about forty
minutes later.
This particular ftm has been used by me a few times since, but I think I'm going to move on to something a bit more feminine. In the end, I'd rather a guy that was dressed up like a woman than a woman who is trying to be a guy.
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still searching, still sore
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Posted:Jan 6, 2013 12:55 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 26887 Views
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Friday afternoon I had an appointment to meet with a woman who was renting what was essentially a basement apartment in her home, but she did not show up at the time we agreed upon. I arrived early, knocked a few times, gave her a couple of calls, did some more knocking, and then opened the front door so I could yell inside. The door only opened partway, and then came to rest against a shopping basket full of turnips and old cans of soup. A quick look in the foyer showed me piles of clothing and various domestic items strewn about every available surface. It was a cross between a hoarder and an artist gone bad and I didn’t like the looks of it one bit.
Making my way across a debris-strewn deck, I found a path that led me to the private entrance of the apartment I was there to look at. As I made my way along it I did my best to keep a positive attitude. Just because the landlady lived like that didn’t mean I had to, or that the space I wanted to rent was infected with the same filth and disorder. The door to the apartment was indeed open, and I took a quick tour before deciding it was not to my liking. Curiosity, however, got the best of me and I decided to go exploring upstairs some more, in the main part of the house. Taking the creaking steps up to the kitchen, I looked around in amazement as the same levels of chaos and filth. The kitchen was not fit for boiling water in, the bedroom barely contained a bed and there was no shower or bathtub in sight. Satisfied with my decision, and minor invasion of privacy, I left.
Forty minutes later, my phone rang, and it was the landlady, wondering where I was. When I explained that I’d already been to the house, and seen the apartment, she was surprised. She made it sound like she’d been there, but just hadn’t heard me, which is highly unlikely. I’ll admit I didn’t go through every single room in the house but I covered most of it. Nobody was there, I’m sure of it.
I told the lady I was not interested, and she abruptly hung up. A few moments later, while on the phone with someone else, she tried to call me. I ignored it, and let it go to voicemail, but she did not leave a message. A few moments later the phone rang again though, so I answered it. The same lady who’d just told me she hadn’t heard me knocking or yelling out her name when I’d visited the house suddenly changed her story and explained that her car had broken down and that was the reason she hadn’t been there on time. It was as if she had completely forgotten the previous conversation.
So it’s another weekend with the girlfriend. We’re not having a whole lot of sex because she is menstruating, and I’m not very fond of the mess that comes with that. She’s also been a bit emotional, which is normal, so the cock has mostly stayed in the pants. That’s fine because, as I’ve explained before, it gives it a chance to rest. The reason it needs rest is because it’s been getting all that use with the ftm I’ve been fucking. The post I’ve promised to write about that will be up later this evening.
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warm cock with mouth
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Posted:Jan 3, 2013 8:52 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 26734 Views
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It warmed up a bit today, and to my surprise, my buddy who shows up out of the blue to suck my cock at work stopped by. For a few lovely moments I got to escape the intense discomfort of the cold warehouse and sales floor and walk across the street to a slightly less chilly basement area, to receive some amazing oral satisfaction. At first, when I dropped my pants to my knees and leaned back, the chill threatened to take the stiff out of my prick, but the soft lips and warm mouth the engulfed it soon cured that.
We probably got about five minutes together before my phone rang. It was one of my co-workers, asking for assistance. I told her that I was helping a customer, and would get to her as soon as I could, then hung up. This has actually happened one time before, and the result was pretty much the same. My cock sucking friend did not so much as hesitate when my phone rang, and did not stop swallowing my cock until I had dumped a huge load down his throat. When I was done, he stood up and walked away with so much as a single word, which was absolutely the most perfect ending I could ask for.
I may have finally found a place to live, but will know for sure this weekend. The landlady is nuts, but if she's as sexy as she sounds I think I'll see about having my own little fuck toy living right upstairs. We already get along great on the phone, so who knows?
The stuff about the ftm is going to have to wait until this weekend. Just deal with it.
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freezing my balls
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Posted:Jan 2, 2013 7:40 pm
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The last few days here have been pretty cold, but I have a feeling today was the coldest yet. It's certainly below 40 right now, and bound to get even colder as the night goes on. After work I had plans to ride my bike to check out a possible place to live, but had to call the guy and cancel. I'm no wuss, but with the wind chill, I can only imagine what sort of temperatures I was dealing with. I put on all my gear and left with a small amount of determination, but that quickly diminished as I made my way to the nearest busy street. All told, I probably rode about ten blocks before deciding it was just too damn much to deal with. I turned back around, came back to work, and I have a feeling I'll be sleeping here tonight. The break room has it's own heat source, and I can just freshen up in the morning before clocking in super early. Tonight wouldn't be the first night I had to do it, and I don't think it'll be the last.
Friday I plan on doing nothing but searching for a place to live. I've had enough of being homeless, and of paying for a storage unit. All my poor worldly possessions must be freezing right now. Once I get settled in, the fuck and suck fest begins, so that's another good reason to get this thing taken care of.
Tomorrow night, if I don't head out to look at a place to live, I will try and post about the ftm I've been getting some use out of.
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a year of catching up to do
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Posted:Jan 1, 2013 3:40 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 27977 Views
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My girlfriend and I have been on an extended vacation – one that was originally supposed to last four or five days but is now at number eight. Both of us needed the extra long break because it’s back to the same old grind tomorrow morning. The new year doesn’t bring any immediate changes for either of us when it comes to occupation or living situation, so we will have to create them as the days pass.
I had a New Year’s Eve show all lined up for everyone to enjoy on WTNRradio but have been unable to upload it to the site for several days. Once again, the internet connection where my girlfriend lives has fucked up my ability to do my simple job, but I have nobody to blame but me. One thing I resolve to do this year is find a solution to this problem, so I can go back to producing a weekly show, instead of being lucky if I can get two up in a month. Being a DJ for WTNR doesn’t pay, but it’s fun, and something I take pride in. My show is amazing, and nobody out there produces anything quite like it. Maybe my New Year’s Eve show was going to be typical and revolve around dance/party music, but most of the time it’s a mix so unfamiliar and unexpected that most listeners simply don’t know what to think of it. That’s what I love providing, the majority of the time, but when I have to put something together like this New Year’s Eve show, I have a lot of fun too. I try to see the lack of diversity as a challenge and go with it.
My cock was seeing a lot of action before my girlfriend and I isolated ourselves from the rest of the world, and it has seen a fair amount during this extended break as well. Just this morning we fucked in the shower, so I’m certainly not complaining. The length of time we are often apart usually leads to very intense, explosive sex when we get together, but the frequency while we are is still very much lacking, and I honestly don’t think there is much to be done about it. We enjoy the non-sexual time we spend together so much, that the absence is hardly noticeable to either of us. That’s when we’re together though. When we are apart my cock aches for attention, and there are so many people out there eager to provide it that I wind up with very little to complain about. The lack during our time together is actually like a nice break for me. It’s a chance to put my dick into something I am both comfortable and familiar with, and it is also a wonderful opportunity to play without protection. Condoms are such a bummer for me, but I am determined to remain disease free so I can always enjoy my girlfriend without wearing one.
There is a nice ftm that I was hooking up with, just before Christmas/New Year’s break, to tell you about and there is the wonderful hand job I received while at work a few days ago to also tell you about, so stay tuned.
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jingle my fucking bells (a tiny rant)
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Posted:Dec 11, 2012 8:41 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 30742 Views
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It’s that time of year again, when I have to be assaulted by the sound of a ringing bell if I want to go to the grocery or department store. I really don’t mind the holiday music all that much, and it doesn’t matter to me one damn bit if you wish me a “Merry Christmas”, “Happy Holiday” or whatever, but he one thing I cannot stand about this time of year are the Salvation Army bell ringers. That you have to walk through the din they create, just to get inside the building is bad enough, but the sound pretty much bounces through the entire store, making it nearly impossible to escape. It’s like an annoying voice that follows you and repeatedly says “Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!” over and over again. Incessantly.
Normally, when I walk into a business that has one of these bell ringers and the person at the entrance asks me how I am, I reply that I would be better were it not for the noise I had to walk through. Usually, when I leave, I make a loud comment or two that is directed at the bell ringer him/herself. This evening I stopped the “greeter” as she was walking back to her station at the entrance and expressed my negative opinion about the bell ringers. I don’t have a problem with the holiday, and I think it’s great that the store is allowing these people to solicit donations since it seems destined to go to a good cause, but there has to be a better way to do it. A less obtrusive, and ultimately less annoying solution has to be out there, I just think nobody is interested in looking for it.
This year, I am going to do my small part to fight the addition of these bell ringers. Any store that has one posted outside the main entrance will not get my money until they have been removed. This means I will get my groceries and other supplies somewhere else for a while, if I have to. I would prefer to remain faithful to the same places I normally shop, but will not do so if it means being uncomfortable just entering the store. At least nobody is soliciting donations at the register yet, when you check out. There were a couple very bad years of that recently. No matter where you went, the clerk wanted to know if you wanted to make a to some charity or non-profit. I figure the only way to stop these sorts of things from proliferating is by making the people who do it know that I am unhappy by expressing myself. I can think of no better, more direct, or more efficient way of handling the situation. Stop asking me for donations, I’d like to just make my purchase and leave, please.
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Tag Team Action
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Posted:Dec 8, 2012 11:15 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 30876 Views
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My girlfriend and I will be enjoying the attention of a submissive male less than an hour from now. He is visiting for about ninety minutes, and will pretty much do whatever we want him to during his stay. This is less a BDSM thing and more a sexual endeavor. He'll probably spend a great deal of time between both our legs, orally satisfying us, and I'm sure my girlfriend will use his cock to satisfy some of her basic needs, but most of the attention will be paid to me. This guy probably wouldn't be considered bisexual if you really got to know his motivations for playing with us. It doesn't excite him to be with another man so much as it pleases him to "assist" me in taking pleasure from my girlfriend. He likes being the fluffer for me, and to tongue her cunt while I fuck her so she remains tight and wet. His cock will get super hard, but he cannot really ejaculate, so watching me do it is satisfying for him as well. Helping me reach that point makes him feel good.
Best get off the computer and make sure everything is ready…
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gone too long
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Posted:Dec 7, 2012 3:44 pm
Last Updated:May 12, 2024 9:4 am 31230 Views
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I’ve been gone a long time, I know. What an asshole I am. I’d apologize and swear I was going to start posting more often, but that’s just not going to happen and we both know it. I have some pretty good reasons why life hasn’t settled into a nice, stable routine where I can sit down and post on a regular basis, but I’ll do my best to only talk about one or two of them. Life can be so complicated sometimes.
Last weekend I moved into a condo with a gay man and his cat, but moved my ass right back out in less than three days. Not only was the guy a bit too friendly, he could talk about nothing else but being gay, sucking cock, getting divorced, and so on. The rent was super cheap, and he wasn’t charging me a deposit, but the condo was 15 miles away from my workplace, which meant a really arduous daily commute for me. I ride a bicycle, and in this case would have to utilize the public transportation system, which is neither reliable nor comfortable in my opinion. Still, I gave it a shot, and after finding out my entire workday would last from 4:45am (waking up) to 7pm (arriving back home from work) I decided to bail while I could. It helped that the new roommate was kind of creepy and desperate too, coming to my bedroom door to ask me questions wearing only his underwear and “accidentally” leaving a dildo and lube bottle on the edge of the bathtub in my private bathroom, even though he claimed he’d cleaned it before I moved in. As you read this, I am still technically homeless, but feel much better. This weekend I will be staying with my girlfriend and will probably spend some time searching for a place while she is doing some of her work.
I had a birthday recently – December 1st was my 40th – but did nothing too exciting to celebrate. Being the old fart I am I just spent the time with my girlfriend, relaxing and taking in a lot of movies. We even went to see one in the theater, which is a true rarity for me since I always seem to wind up in one filled with rude assholes. This time, we lucked out and had very little bullshit to deal with. We went to a cat show, and had breakfast in a café we haven’t visited for a long time, but that’s about it. I didn’t really care what we did, as long as I was able to relax and enjoy myself, which I was. That’s all an old guy can ask for anymore, is a little peace and quiet and a nice bowel movement.
The video footage I recently shot for one of my songs turned out very good, but the whole thing is far from complete. In the meantime, I am talking to a beautiful slut who is seriously considering working with me on a few short XXX films. There is an entirely different slut that I am meeting next week, who wants me to show her a few things she has fantasies about, but has been unable to experience. Mainly they are about glory holes and gang bangs, but once I get her started there’s no telling what she’ll open up and admit she’s into. My girlfriend and I haven’t been to the glory holes, or done anything with multiple people, for quite some time, so I am excited at the opportunity. It’s not about love, it’s about fun, and that’s all I plan on experiencing. This slut is bisexual, which my girlfriend is not, so that will be an added visual joy to say the least.
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There were 2 or 3 weeks in a row where I tried in vain to upload a new show to WTNRradio, but there were some serious technical difficulties going on so my channel was basically on repeat. Last Saturday, I finally managed to do it, and welcome you to stop by and have a listen. As the picture clearly indicates, this particular show revolves entirely around 80’s/90’s heavy metal music. Right before I put this together I went to see “Helmet” play live in Portland, and was reading “Fargo Rock City” by Chuck Klosterman, so I got a bit nostalgic. If you are familiar with the genre, you’ll have a blast listening to the mix.
That’s all I want to say for now. I get three days off in a row every week now, because I work four ten-hour shifts, and today is the first of those three. Maybe I’ll talk to you again tomorrow.
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