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Freddy Gets the Finger
By Dan Mallory | April 30, 2001When I was nine years old, I slammed the keyboard cover of my grandfather's Steinway onto my exposed penis.
When I was nine years old, I slammed the keyboard cover of my grandfather's Steinway onto my exposed penis.
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