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crash course

by magali

Take me out, I promise to dress the part. I'll order the bones, scrape the meat off them and onto your plate. Spoonfeed me scraps, and I promise I’ll get the bill, and I’ll say _thank you, how sweet, how full, how whole I feel!_ Can we do this again? I'm free tonight, just take me out.
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