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| I ain't gonna' look baby... | |
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| Not yet sweetie pie! First tell me again what you wanna' do to me. | |
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| I'm gonna' rape you, then I'm gonna' reap you 'till yer butt-hole's all puckered and raw! Then I'll quit my lousy job and maybe we can get married baby. Can I look now baby? | |
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