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| I object. The prosecution is staring at my tits. | |
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| Where were you on the night of April 7? | |
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| I was eating out your mom & she got up to answer the door & threw on a sundress, & I couldn't stop kicking my dangling legs. My head was caught. It was pretty funny. I shit on the floor. | |
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| Your finger is turning me on. | |
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