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unseasoned yaoi: “i like him but.. he’s a boy… and i’m also a boy…”
tasty seasoned yaoi: “I laid down with a man. I laid down with the Devil. And he has roots in me. All his spindly roots in me. And I can't think nothin' anymore but his voice and his words! Please! Help me!”