After having that heavy, hunk of ticking "man jewelry" placed in my hands, I knew I just had to have it. The lady behind the counter could tell that I liked it as well. I don't know if it was the drool that was hanging from the corner of my mouth or the glaze that came over my eyes that tipped her off, but she knew, and offered to help me put it on so that I could have a better "feel" for it.
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