The Numberer

Oooh, matron. Sniggering, saucy, salacious soixante-neuf. Say no more, nudge nudge. I got my first real six-string... The year of man on the Moon. Yin and yang. Quotation marks. Now if six turned out to be nine, I don't mind, no baby I don't mind...when had he started having to say the number, counting it out in words? Hard to say, really. He just knew that he had to.



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