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Or this one:
She was as lovely as a morning kissed by dew, her eyes like sparkling wine as he looked into them, which compelled him to say those little endearments that meant so much to both of them as he nuzzled her ear with his fleshy man-lips and said, “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked; If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?” which caused her to swoon with rapturous joy.
Dr. Drib
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