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She touched my *** I'm sure she touched my *** She's getting off on the 20th floor. At least she did yesterday. I've not got long. What do I do? Turn and smile? Do I subtly return the compliment as she passes by? Did she touch my *** Or was it that bloke's bag? I don't think she did. She didn't touch my *** Don't be daft. There she goes.  I wonder why she limps that way? (Sigh) Blast, I'm late again.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
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She touched my *** I'm sure she touched my *** She's getting off on the 20th floor. At least she did yesterday. I've not got long. What do I do? Turn and smile? Do I subtly return the compliment as she passes by? Did she touch my *** Or was it that bloke's bag? I don't think she did. She didn't touch my *** Don't be daft. There she goes.  I wonder why she limps that way? (Sigh) Blast, I'm late again.
Prompted by a line from Victoria Wood. She knew how to use the word 'bum' to good effect.
stevejeff
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
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