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Cowdjinn: "My dearest Bova, darling, the magic and romance of this evening have been augmented more every time I look at you: the stunning vision of pulchritude I see before me."
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Bova: "You flatter me, sir. All evening have your words enveloped me like an irredescent cloud, pulling me up beyond the boundries of where I imagined romance could go."
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Cowdjinn: "Come, then, my sweet little heifer. We shall make Sampson himself envious of the way we move the rafters this evening." Bova: "I am yours, Cowdjinn. Take me!"
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