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should explain that Don tends to exaggerate things a bit, but as
we shall soon find out, that trait sometimes gets him into trouble. Anyway he
walked into the bar, checking out the specimens of manhood partaking of the
brew. There were some bottom types, just in T-shirts and Levis, the Levis
ranging in spectrum from practically new to faded and torn so bad it's a wonder
they even would stay on the firm asses of their owners. On the top end the
majority were in full leather: Boots, chaps, vest, jacket and cap.
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