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| Your eyes sparkle like the brightest stars in the night sky. | |
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| Your abs ripple like the waves in the ocean. | |
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| Hold it! Nobody wants to read this kind of romantic shit in my comics. So I've taken the liberties of writing their next lines myself. | |
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| What the fuck are you doing in here, bitch? Get in the kitchen and make me a sandwich. | |
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| I have no independent thoughts of my own. I am merely here to serve my master Brendan. He touches me in naughty places. | |
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