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I'm hot, very hot. I stand on the street under the windows of my house. The sky is clear and the sun shines. I am wearing only homemade shorts out of clothes that do not particularly hide my riser. It starts to seem to me that all my neighbors from all over the house are looking at me through their windows and laughing at me. My embarrassment made me cover the riser with my hands and try to hide behind the corner of the house where no one would see me. Hoping to find a secluded place, I hid under the roof of a bus stop, which, according to ...
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