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| Oh, Lenny, isn't this view wonderful? It reminds me of our honeymoon here ten years ago! | |
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| Why, yes, dear, back when we were young and svelte. | |
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| Oh, Lenny, do you think we can make it again? Do you think you can trust me after my torrid love affair? | |
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| I don't know, dear. You still haven't given him up! You receive his boxes by mail-order every single day! | |
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| But, darling, it's Lindt! How can I resist his smooth creamy filling? His wonderful odour! Unwrapping him so slowly from his sheath -- licking his balls, so pregnant with pleasure? | |
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| Are you telling me that I'm no better than a box of imported chocolates? | |
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