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"More and more levels of physicality. And his eyes, man. His eyes were all wet, and... sparkly.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah. And before I can stop the escalation, he's massaging my heart.”
“Get the f__k out..."
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...she plopped down on my lap
side saddle... and we watched the Brady
sip. About a minute and a half from glass
rim to lip, to gullet: a protracted sigh.
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