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His ear was captivating. Not in a Grecian statue perfection kind of way. Yes, his face and body were damn near perfect but his ear was what held my attention. It was like being a witness to a public execution. You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. They stuck out in spite of his perfect face. The cauliflower, the blackheads, the huge mole with the single longer than my forearm hair growing out of it. I just couldn’t rip my eyes from it. I had to touch. With the fear of a virgin faced with his first hooker in crotchless panties, I stretched forth my hand.
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