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You've wobbled the boat beneath my feet too long - wrong as it was to foster fears in my mind that I'm nearly inclined to develop as a pansified poofter - so I'll goof it up pretending you've got it right. A brightly camp gesture in suspect company rumples your quick-to-trigger paranoid mistrust, just enough to pose your own question: "Can I rest assured that he hasn't managed to deceive me?" Believe as you will! I delight in the sight of you sitting, jolted to the core, bolt upright as if a bristling thistle had been thrust lustily up the crack of your own disgustingly immaculate backside.      You found it fun to make me think I'm gay,      but humour is a game that two can play!