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I will sink my teeth into you in fiendish glee!
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I'd start feeling like I should apply leeches to my legs and strut around squawking, 'Prithee, prithee, prithee!'
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I'd rather receive congratulations on writing a goat poem.
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"Oh, the rubber calla lilies of my dreams!"
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She hoisted up her sweatpants and said, 'Feel my leg'.
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If I want to write about fucking shoehorns, I'll write about fucking shoehorns.
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