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| I hastily implorate thee, my loins do stir and bulge in yearnings of thy fleshy embraces Winchester McAdams. | |
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| Hey is this my problem? Is this my fault? | |
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| I should say so, handsome felis. Now cease these chatterings and take me in all manner of heavy manners! | |
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| Good gracious, could this be my luck? | |
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| Oh! Ecstacy of empleasments! | |
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| And I could say oooooooh oooooooooh oooooooooooooh, as if everybody knows what I'm talking about... | |
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