it's a fair. there's always a little kid crying somewhere. mostly because the damned parents have got them hopped up on candyfloss and they're having a come down. or they're playing you.
who am i to deny the world my glorious physique?
[ Actually, it's not so glorious but Dick likes him anyway. ]
she has a voice like a foghorn and breath like a foxhole with no sense of personal space. she doesn't have to do anything to me.
She wants to make sure that we have the best selection, that's all. And you can't really blame any smell you might think you can smell on her. It's probably the place she's working.
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I'm not you, Nix. I don't parade around in the buff, even if we are alone.
What has she done to you now? Or should I be asking what you've done to her? She's only ever sweet to me.
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or they're playing you.
who am i to deny the world my glorious physique?
[ Actually, it's not so glorious but Dick likes him anyway. ]
she has a voice like a foghorn and breath like a foxhole with no sense of personal space.
she doesn't have to do anything to me.
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You do that, too.
No one, it would seem.
(Yes. Yes he likes him a lot, even if it's not the most glorious, it's what he's into.)
She doesn't have any of those things.
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[ No, he's not. ]
you think everyone is perfect, dick. but she's a monster. i don't need to be that close to someone while they're feeling up sausages.
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She wants to make sure that we have the best selection, that's all. And you can't really blame any smell you might think you can smell on her. It's probably the place she's working.
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the blonde tends to lean in real close.