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Pillow Talk

Would you, my dear?

What’s that, my dear?

You know, my dear.

I don’t, my dear.

Go on, my dear?

Not now, my dear.

Why not, my dear?

Too hot, my dear.

Oh no, my dear.

That’s right, my dear.

A shame, my dear.

I know, my dear

Let’s go, my dear?

Where to, my dear?

Don’t know, my dear.

Don’t go, my dear.

Why not, my dear?

Cooled down, my dear.

That’s grand, my dear.

Shall we, my dear?

Why not, my dear?

You’re scrumptious, my dear.

You’re divine, my dear.

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