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Hmmm, a new racy euphemism... Harv and Vera. Harv was headed home. Harv needed her real bad. He wanted to make her squeal like on their honeymoon at the Hard Rock, he wanted to shake and sweat like Elvis, he wanted to hump 'til they both saw floaters. He could hardly sit still thinking about it, as he downshifted the rig to make the grade.
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