What a funny dance. He's practically being assaulted. He's getting a procedure done. It's me all sheepish and begging. Our lovers find us all so silly and charming. We're comical. And they're so masterful.
I think about bombs alot. Where will I hide? Why did they kill me? Where's the door?
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I have to service myself unfortunately
Well at least you get that personal touch.
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