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| i think this d h lawrence stuff is over-rated said the snail with its dying breath an electrical storm you me pale bodies against the medieval green of the grass a million snails our dumb audience as we played two of them were crushed underfoot we were saddened momentarily (disgusted) my cock softened until you took it in your mouth and began masturbating more snails died in our frenzy when it was over and my cock had shrivelled you said it looks like a snail small and wet in the rain in the aftermath of the storm we watched from the window as thrushes disposed of the corpses |  |