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| Okay, I'm finally immune to your sexual assaults. Just tell me already, will you have lunch with me, even if I'm not just a plaything for your own personal amusement? | |
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| Sure. I can just imagine you and me at lunch, sitting close together, when our lips stop chewing and move closer together, as if on their own, my soft, sweet lips against yours... | |
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| ggaahh... fffuuuhhhhhhhhh... | |
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| Yeah, lunch tomorrow sounds like fun. | |
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| Dating is such sweet sorrow... Mostly sorrow, though. | |
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