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Mark came up to me, abruptly snatched the clothes from my hands and threw them on the rack.
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Mark looked at me with a sympathetic, I thought, grin.
I am not a sadist and never hit anyone.
And I was whipped myself only once, when I was a teenager.
Here in this very garage, – he paused and looked around.
My grandfather and I were busy with his old Volga here.
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