X: Why are you so evil?
Yyy: No more fuck ever to meet with gynecologists.
XX: Is it about the smoke?
YYYYYYYYYYYYY You imagine it. We had sex yesterday.
YYY : Imagine it. A romantic moment. His hand slips on my stomach below... below...
YYY: And suddenly this slug gives out: "Mmm... What an abundant spotting of the transudate you have"!
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