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A man was watching wrestling and he is too small to be a wrestler he was
interested in winning a match or just interested in the wrestler he is gay just
watching the men move the wrestling muscles as they wrestle or he is strait just
wanting one of the men to win and one of them to lose at wrestling perhaps he
wants to be a wrestler when he does grow up perhaps he wants to wrestle on a
mat and win perhaps he wants to lose and wrestle him again. Oh will he wrestle
me at nite perhaps perhaps he might not fight but only wrestle me or wrestle all
the dreams away from me how can it be eye will not fight eye am not gay eye will
not be the wrestler fey. As eye was watching him watching both the wrestling
match and eye eye am still and ever never sure of him did he become a wrestling
king. Did we wrestle did we fight.
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