<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">"Yes, my t-shirt!" Freddie got up from his chair where he was already very very comfortable in the arms of his love. He walked up to the bar picking up the white t-shirt and bring it back to the topless women offering it to her to cover up. "Take it, if you don't want to cover up in it then sell it... who wouldn't want one of my t-shirts right? Where I am from we don't flash our tits out for the world to see? It's... well it's weird. Not that they are not nice tits. They are, they are, but all the gay cells in my body are crying my darling. Please cover them up."  Leaving the shit in the chair next to her.<br/>
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As he returned to his own chair he struggled at first to make himself comfortable watching a little of the movie and huffing at least 20 minutes into the damn thing. "This is not how it went. This is a lie so far." He sighed resting his head on the other. "What a crock... this won awards? The man doesn't even look like me. I'm so much cuter then that." </span>