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Don't be upset. It was a mercy killing. He had a certain naive charm, but no muscle.
This sonic transducer, it is I suppose some kind of audio-vibratory-physio-molecular transport device?
I'm just seven hours old, truly beautiful to behold, and somebody should be told, my libido hasn't been controlled...
It's astounding, time is fleeting...
Master, dinner is prepared!
My head used to swim from the perfume I smelled, my hands kinda fumbled with her white plastic belt...
You're like a sponge. You take, take, take, and drain others of their love and emotion.
I don't like men with too many muscles.
Say! Any of you guys know how to Madison?
I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey.
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