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Let’s play that game where we take turns adding lines to a story. I’ll start:

Gary hung up the phone and sat back in his chair, gazing at the New York skyline through his office window. He was tired; it hadn’t been easy talking the Jets into moving to Tempe.

Glancing around to be sure nobody was looking, he reached down and pulled out his...
 
Let’s play that game where we take turns adding lines to a story. I’ll start:

Gary hung up the phone and sat back in his chair, gazing at the New York skyline through his office window. He was tired; it hadn’t been easy talking the Jets into moving to Tempe.

Glancing around to be sure nobody was looking, he reached down and pulled out his...

penis.

Thankfully, the pain had receded. For now, anyway. It'll be back, he knew; only a matter of time. Doctors have been battling genital herpes for a hundred years and made zero progress, and there was nothing to make him believe it would happen anytime soon.

This was his burden to bear, and of all the consequences that could befall a man whose lifestyle which on a good day would be termed as degenerate, and on which most days the term 'drug-fueled sex romp' only covered the time up until lunch, well, things could be worse. A lot worse.

Weary, but satisfied, he picked up the remote control and flicked on the TV. His jaw immediately fell, the remote clattered to the floor. The horrific sight on the screen, he could not fully describe with words. It was a
 
Let’s play that game where we take turns adding lines to a story. I’ll start:

Gary hung up the phone and sat back in his chair, gazing at the New York skyline through his office window. He was tired; it hadn’t been easy talking the Jets into moving to Tempe.

Glancing around to be sure nobody was looking, he reached down and pulled out his...
Great-great-great grandfather's civil war musket. The wood was chipped and faded, and the bayonet was long since lost.

"This could fetch a fine price on eBay, or maybe even Pawn Stars," Gary said out loud, even though his apartment hadn't seen a guest in years.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Damn solicitors."

Gary lurched out of his chair and staggered to the door. He fumbled with the doorknob for a few seconds.

"Damn whiskey," he muttered.

Gary finally grasped the handle and opened the door.
 
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