Originally Posted by
bikingshearer
Of course, you refrained from peeking at any of the non-audio stereo equipment on display in said periodcal, right? Right?
Purely in the interests of historical literary preservation, I found it necessary to open up the centerfold in order to gently remove the fine speckles of mold from Miss Summer's imperiled buttocks. For the sake of future generations, mind you.
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