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| How was your first day at work satan? | |
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| I quit. That damn rodeo clown offered me a pay raise for my oral services. | |
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| I remember when you used to call in drifters and suck them off in front of me while I massaged my clit. What ever happened to the good old days? | |
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| I GREW UP! Maybe you should too. | |
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| I just don't know you anymore. I feel like we've drifted apart. You need another job. | |
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| I already have another job all lined up. | |
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