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| I will drink mead with damsels of perfume and gold. Sweet ambrosia with virgin ninteen year olds. | |
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| Sweet Hera am I. And I am your wife, if I catch you cavorting, I will end your long life. | |
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| Can I see them as a swan or a goat? Tend to thier flock...float on thier boat? | |
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| You can not see them in any form! I'll roast you, toast you, and raise up a storm! | |
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| I could use a Trojan or a well oiled skin, made from the finest calf bladder of ancient Athens. | |
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| Oh, dear husband, you just go ahead and scoff. I'll wrap you in leather and cut the damn thing off! | |
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