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| Ahem. "Dear Hot Pants: Baby, you make me wiggle. When I think about you, my eyes bleed, but in a good way." | |
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| "Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you. If you know what I mean. Will you be my 'sausage slave'? Your Secret Admirer." | |
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| ...I'm like some kind of god of pussy, aren't I? | |
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