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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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