

A Special Night...On a sultry night, seasoned with the smells of love, there was a man strutting along the streeta man clad in an elaborate purple coat. But this was not just an ordinary flamboyantly-dressed man, this was a thiefthe thief of a young boys virginity. And upon these minstrel winds the tale is sungA Special Night...
Wake up! Wake up, you bloody little wanker! screamed a moldy-dressed woman with an echoing falsetto.
A young boyabout fourteen in agerolled over on his messy bed, covered in ragged bed clothes and a thick layer of dust from the dirt-laden wind storm that night.
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