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  1. Barely able to breathe, giant Rodham thighs tighten around your head as you desperately grasp at the mounds of oiled, cellulite flesh. Trying to break free of her giant clamp in your sulfur-tinged, oxygen-starved delirium, strange mountain ridges loom up ahead with dark forests growing on their flanks. You’re not sure how they got there or what it means. You’re fading… How did this happen?

    And then it starts….

    “Oppo, darling…. Relax! Let’s have a drink and celebrate!”

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