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He came back with a suspicious-looking black bottle and I thought I was
a gone goose sure. You see, I had heard so much about the black bottle.
He grabbed my wrist in a grip of iron, poured some of the black bottle
stuff on my arm and began to rub it, gently.
Then he began to rub harder and faster, and I could see my arm swell up
like a pillow under the fearful treatment.