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An old woman likes to melt her husband.
She puts him in
a melting device, and he pours out the other end in a hot
bloody syrup, which she catches in a series of little husband
What splatters on the floor the dog licks up.
When they have set she has seventeen little husbands.
One she throws to the dog because the genitals didn't set
right; too much like a vulva because of an air bubble.
Then there are sixteen naked little husbands standing
in a row across the kitchen table.
She diddles them and they produce sixteen little erections.
She thinks she might melt her husband again.
She might pour him into an even smaller series of husband
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