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| Good evening, wife. You know, they say a week's a long time in politics. But I'm not interested in who said what to whom or when. What's for dinner? | |
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| Er. Lamb bhuna with aloo sag. | |
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| Ah, I applaud your efforts to reach out to ethnic minorities. However, I must take you to task for all this slacking off you've been doing in my office. Thou single mother state scrounger type, thou. | |
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| Your breathtaking mixture of nepotism, chauvinism and low self-confidence can only be described as Iainian. | |
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| Well, we'll say no more about it. What's actually important here is that, after dinner, I fully intend to fuck you, at bedtime, which I confidently predict will be at half past midnight. | |
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| You're living in cloud cuckoo land. The complete failure of your cock to incline makes even your lacklustre rise in the polls look impressive. Do you still expect to be my husband by Christmas? | |
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