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Smokin’, Babe (98 words)
“Seriously Gerry! You’ve gotta stop eating that shit!”
“Don’t make me choose, baby; I love the stuff.”
“You may love it, but I hate it! Look at my lips!”
“What’s the problem? I thought chicks were paying big bucks for pouty lips?” Gerry swatted Dee’s ass and grinned.
“You’re not funny! If I wanted duck lips I’d pay for them.”
“You mean, I’d pay for them…” He smirked again.
“Jesus! I hope you have heartburn; you deserve it smart ass.”
“Take it easy darlin’. I love my Sriracha, and I love kissing your puffy– err, luscious lips– Quack-quack!”
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