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Madarame was the neighborhood milkman. And a delicious man he was. Tall, dark and handsome, with broad shoulders, slim, yet manly waist, and an overal medium build. Strong, and drop dead gorgeous, he was an essential part of many men and women's fantasies. For no one could get to him, as he was quite obtuse to begin with. He was kind, yet clueless, because he had absolutely no idea of what he was doing to those who secretly had the hots for him. He was just doing his job, without paying attention to the trail of broken hearts he'd leave behind every morning.
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