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Draped in cheap chamois, Chamberlain strolled behind the easels whilst the art students smoked herbal cigarettes in the antechamber. As he passed each drawing, his smooth brow furrowed more, and his pale cheeks became very very warm.
“Why has no one drawn my cock?” he wondered.
He pulled the chamois aside and regarded his member fondly.
“You’re my best friend,” he cooed, stroking its soft, velvety head.
Then, like, all these people came in and saw what he was doing.
Date Written: August 20, 2002
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