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| And, Lenny, you're not blameless yourself! What of your torrid love affair with that horrid Dutch woman? | |
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| She's not Dutch, dear, she's Belgian. There's a huge difference between the two countries, not only in the simple and obvious superiority of the Belgians, but also in their general outlook on -- | |
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| But you! You would bite her and make such horrendous noises while you lapped up her sweet fillings. Your eyes devoured her every time we met her in the stores! | |
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| She tasted voluptuous within my mouth. | |
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| You clutched her box to you when you slept. You were sleeping with other women in our bed! Our life together has been ruined by a box of chocolates! How many times did you love her behind my back? | |
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| When you had turned away from me. I needed her sweet and unconditional loving! I could not help it; I was weak. | |
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