[He burst into a fit of embarrassed laughing, trying to say something but then being too overcome to manage any actual words. Its the kind of laugh that curls his nostrils and forms deep dimples in his cheeks, eyes screwed shut and shoulders shaking.
Finally he manages to catch a steady breath and he wheezes]
Oh god don't call me that. You make me feel like a dirty old man.
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Finally he manages to catch a steady breath and he wheezes]
Oh god don't call me that. You make me feel like a dirty old man.