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| ... Okay. I'll do it. I'm out of the Frying Pan, baby. Embrace me, lick me, consume me, you hunka hunka burnin' love.. | |
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| Woe. Oh, WOE! Why did our love not burn brightly through the ages? Why has the fire gone? | |
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