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I couldn’t resist saying in the most venomous voice I could muster, maid “Fuck you, assholes. When I finally caught my breath, I brought myself upright and headed over towards a pair of rocks that seemed to have been made for sitting on. And then she surprised me by cooing, “I’m going to love tasting your wonderful juices. Picking up her diary she like wrote;
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