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My evil ex worked - and was close friends with - a man who had testicular cancer. While they worked together his gf felt a lump, bullied him into going to the doctor. Within a very short space of time he was in hospital having one of his knackers whipped off and replaced with a prosthetic.
I was all sympathy and understanding of course. Said to the evil ex, "Good job it wasn't you. You see me so rarely these days you'd be riddled with cancer before I noticed. Oh. Except I bet there's other women fondling your balls when I'm not here."
Yes, I am ashamed of that relationship.
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