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A Weed in the GardenChapter 16
I studied the sleeping shape of female humanity on the mat next to me in our tiny room. She was a big girl for her age and her dirty feet were large for a woman, even a full grown one. Let me assure you that despite the fact I was riddled with Western vices, I was not the sort of fellow that would take advantage of an underaged female of any category. I considered that even more depraved than sex with a member of my own sex under most circumstances. The elderly cleaning man had secured a...