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I could ramble on about my plans for the future, or dangle my impressive accomplishes so near your face you'd blush from blushing, but I know what you have really come here for. You've come groping about for explicit detail, for precise measuremants, you've come for me to give you all flesh, and no bit to imagine. Is that not what I have been giving you for years? Anything more and you'd be covered in horse bites, or vainly searching for salt licks to tongue at...

I'm similar to a horse, with the abundance of knobs, sweat, and fierce urination. But my teeth are smaller and really, physically, I resemble an elephant shrew more. We both share that undeniable staggering beauty found in a plump oblong body. A body so swollen that it would seem nearly impossible to move, let alone balance on our tiny sprouting twig limbs. Still though, my lack of fur and unfortunate spotted skin likens to that of an octopus. The texture, I'm certain, is comparable as well. But oh, never can I forget those engorged lumps decorating the trail of my spine and my sponge-like greed of water, which only then leads one to suspect a camel...

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