"Bacteria could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this floor tile before. There could be bacteria anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare mucus. "I HATE BACTERIA" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire nostral, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of micro-organisms after dark. "With a...
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