<blockquote>After being fucked by Caldwell for three weeks, it occurred to John that maybe he was going about it all wrong and Caldwell wasn't really the problem, much like when you think your nose is itchy and it's really your left arm or the bottom of your foot that needs the scratching. Things like that tended to happen to him a lot.
Well, okay, probably he should start at the beginning. Because John hated telling stories, and hated talking, and hated talking about himself most of all, and this would probably go faster if he managed to put it in some kind of order.</blockquote>
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