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As a teen/pre-teen, I used to have this fantasy that I was a young king, shirtless all the time and in my throne room where I ruled over gladiators who slew each other and gave the thumbs down all the time, that a shirtless spy came through my balcony, naked or shirtless, too, and stabbed me in my navel slowly and made me suffer. Sometimes in the fantasy I'd stab him too and we both die.
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