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| Love is the key. That's right baby. Love is truly the key. I want to be satisfied. | |
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| But isn't my tiny mouth good enough Lord Jesus? | |
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| Oh no, my poor sick daughter. I could never sniff clean the slightly puffy slipstream sparklit between your awkward thighs. | |
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| I know I was just teasing you. I take bribes from The Morning Star you know. | |
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| I know. That's why when I get my hands around that bloke, I shall immediately firestart this universe once again. We shall rape freely the goats and autism will flourish. | |
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| I want someday to have She-Ra comic strip Adam dry off his masculine paternal drive. A vegetable garden yes. | |
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