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The grandfather, a lonesome figure in his sprawling house, seeks solace in his peculiar pastime. As he stands, naked from the waist down, he grips his flaccid penis, coaxing it to life. With a sigh, he begins, his eyes fluttering closed as the first drops hit the floor. The room echoes with the sound of liquid meeting surface, a primal rhythm that accompanies each pulsating release.