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Look at that, how nice it slides
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
I need a taste to be convinced
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
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No fear of the monster