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| Thinkin' bout makin' love to you tonight, lady. | |
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| Oh, my. I'm afraid my fibromyalgia is acting up right now. | |
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| Thinkin' bout makin' LOVE to you tonight, lady. | |
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| Bitch, you will not feel any fibromyalgia when you've got the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost in your three holes. | |
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| Sigh. The things I do to get into heaven. | |
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