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| I've been on this island for so long, I've run out of things to fantasize about about, sexually, that is. | |
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| I've forgotten what a woman even looks like. Now all I fantasize about is that palm tree on the hill that I can't seem to reach. | |
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| The way it shakes its leaves, knowing how good it looks. I'm only human, for Pete's sake. Besides, you grow leaves like that, you're just asking for it. | |
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