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It arrived in time for my morning yogurt. I was scrolling through my e-mail, hitting "delete" more often than not, and paying just enough attention to be certain that I wasn't erasing anything important. Like they say in the fairy stories, "some day my Nigerian Prince will come."

Stop.

Freeze.

Oh my God.

When I was younger, penfriends sent me photos of their face. Today, they send me pictures of their cock.

I know which one I prefer. Faces, you can see anywhere. You can walk down the street and there's faces everywhere. And when you read a letter from a friend, you form a vision in your mind of what they probably look like.

Cocks are different, because cocks are different. Every single one of them. And seriously, if someone goes to the trouble of writing a note after they've read one of my stories, explaining in detail the effect that it had on them (and let's face it, that is the best part of the entire process), then some pictorial evidence of what they ...

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