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| Worse, babe. Now are you gonna fess up, or do I have to put the screws to you?! | |
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| Ooooooh! I love screws! Sure, I'll confess anything! | |
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| It's understandable, son. You're new. Now put your hands a little lower while I think. Dammit, who taught you how to hold a man, anyway? | |
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