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Pliny the Younger lay on his side. His body stretched the length of the couch and this postion always reminded him of the sublime Natassja Kinski poster. There was no question about it, he was bored with On-Demand television and this worried him. He slid a hand down the back of his pajama bottoms and gingerly inserted two fingers into his moist, imperforate anus. He sighed and with an air of distraction commonly ascribed to the french male adolescent, brought them out, holding them to his nostrils. Without really knowing why - oh, dear reader, who among us can truly account for his actions? - he headed to the store for some Yarlsburg.