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The Market Basket Muzzy is selecting oranges. A young maid of 16 is selecting cucumbers. She fingers the pimples on them and squeezes their bulvest tips. Muzzy is distracted and drops his oranges. The young maid gives Muzzy a toothy smile and drops her cucumbers into her plastic baggy. She walks away. Muzzy swallows hard and fills his baggy with oranges. A woman of more years leans forward to squeeze a cantaloupe. She has enormous breasts. Muzzy cannot help but look down her cleavage. She laughs with a wicked smile. Muzzy is embarrassed. "You're a dirty old man." she says. Muzzy nods with shame and smirks. They go see Pirates of the Pissants and fornicate at her place. Reflections: Is this the slipper slope of sin? We need to eat fruit. (^)(^) +
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