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Don’t wonder why no woman, Rufus, wants to place her tender thigh beneath you, not even if you tempt her with the gift of a rare robe or with the delights of a crystal-clear gem.
A certain ill tale injures you, that you bear housed in the valley of your armpits a grim goat. This everyone fears. It’s no wonder: for it is an exceeding ill beast, with whom no fair girl will sleep. Therefore, either murder that cruel plague of their noses,
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or cease to marvel, Why do they fly?
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