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“He was a strange mix of Heinrich Himmler and Barney the Dinosaur.”

“You are so beautiful, I could eat you,” he said.And it was true. Her smile was …”

“I guess all my afternoon beers and burgers were catching up with me, which made…”

“You sick bastard,” she said.“Yes, I guess you could call me that." Terry replie…”