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| Your eyes are like blue flame scorching my heart with infinite beauty. | |
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| Your breasts are like soggy mellons that sorta squirt when I squeeze 'em. Your hot stinky fish box makes me want to cover your crotch in tartar sauce. | |
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| That's all I got so far... You think Mom will like it? | |
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