Folks, my work here is done.
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I’ll “imply” you, Woman.
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Listen, I’m getting a little sick of you throwing yourself at me all the . . . naw, no I’m really not sick of it. I like it a lot. Here I come, Baby.
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Grrrrrrrr.
Hey, wait . . . ! Grrrrrrr.
I know, right?
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Guards, this one too! She could have at least shown up with a tray of sandwiches, but since she’s empty-handed, have the chambermaids strip her bare and bade her join that Livvie person in my quarters. I’ll deal with them at my leisure. (Cough, cough.)