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| Are you sure we should be doing this? | |
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| Oh for fuck sake, don't tell me you're getting cold feet? You were up for it last night. | |
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| I know, I know, but what if we get caught? | |
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| We wont if we're carefull, now, hold still. | |
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| So hurry up and get funky with my feet. Then get back to weaving straw into gold! It's getting light out! | |
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| Don't rush me! I'll have my groody sex and your golden thread or my name isn't Rumplestiltskin! | |
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