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Maybe I'm just like my father, too bold . . .
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Maybe you're just like my mother, she's never satisfied.
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| Oh . . God . . . yes! Never . . . stop . . . fucking me!! | |
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Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like, when doves cry . . .
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