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| *slobber* *grunt* Hello? *drool* | |
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| Hello, Samantha? This is Jon. You know, the guy women keep hiring you to devour painfully. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink or something tonight. | |
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You'll just have to imagine the black line in the middle that separates characters on the phone, folks.
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| I'd love to, Jon, *growl* but my corrosive saliva keeps disolving the glasses. *pant* *slurp* | |
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| It's cool. We'll do shots. | |
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