... if it weren't so sad.
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| Actually, there's a perfectly simple explanation. Just tell her you're a pervert. |
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| You can get quite sweaty dressed up like that. Hope the other guests have brought plenty of liquids. |
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| Hee hee. Brad might think he's her favourite lover, but she doesn't put the spotty socks on for him, does she? I know where her true affections lie. Anyway, better get on with it, there's ironing to do (yum!). |
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| Very true. We each have our special skill. Mine is 'incompetence'. |
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| Blubbolow fllabbo ploh? |