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| It's almost two thousand-eight... I can hardly wait! | |
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| Do you think it's my fate for us to go out on a date in two thousand eight? | |
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| Before an answer I orate, I have cause to hesitate... Why would I choose you as a mate? | |
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| Oh, the joy for you I can create! All the good things I can bring to the plate. All your desires I will satiate. May I wait for you outside your gate..? | |
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| If, it's true what you state, then, meet me tomorrow night at eight. Now I must go home and rotate milking the "twins" because they ache as they've begun to swell with lactate... | |
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| Great, it's a date! I'll see you outside your gate at eight. In the meantime, I'll cogitate about your swelling breasts full of lactate, then go home and fever-ishly masturbate... | |
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