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| Oh, Erica, how I long to run my hands through your auburn hair once more. | |
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| Oh yeah, wait. That wasn't you that time. It was my crotch. | |
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| And it wasn't so much auburn as kind of grey with off-white matted bits. | |
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| You know, I'm sure I saw you on a website once... | |
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