L. me, puto, vicinus Stimicon, me proximus Aegon hos inter frutices tacite risere volentem oscula cum tenero simulare virilia Mopso.
L. It was at me, I suppose, friend Stimicon and at me neighbour Aegon had their secret laugh in the shrubbery here for wanting to ape the kisses of a grown man with young Mopsus.
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