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| So... you're the sweet child of God from whence the burning bush arises. | |
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| You're so young aren't you? I honestly didn't know such a young girl could even have a bush... let alone a burning one. | |
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| I don't have one anymore... | |
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| ... now all I've got is my tender pink, tumescent, little girl labia. | |
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