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I don ' t believe you ever felt a tremor for anybody in your whole life , so of course you have no temptations , so of course you can be pure as the driven snow and just tantalize people . I sometimes wonder if you ' ve even kissed ...
I don ' t believe you ever felt a tremor for anybody in your whole life , so of course you have no temptations , so of course you can be pure as the driven snow and just tantalize people . I sometimes wonder if you ' ve even kissed ...
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I don't believe you ever felt a tremor for anybody in your whole life , so of course you have no temptations , so of course you can be pure as the driven snow and just tantalize people . I sometimes wonder if you've even kissed anybody ...
I don't believe you ever felt a tremor for anybody in your whole life , so of course you have no temptations , so of course you can be pure as the driven snow and just tantalize people . I sometimes wonder if you've even kissed anybody ...
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Yes , yes of course . WOMAN She wasn't pestering you none ? GLORIA Not at all . We were just talking . WOMAN Is that right . She don't ordinarily talk so much to strangers . LITLE GIRL Hahnlo . • GLORIA Hello yourself .
Yes , yes of course . WOMAN She wasn't pestering you none ? GLORIA Not at all . We were just talking . WOMAN Is that right . She don't ordinarily talk so much to strangers . LITLE GIRL Hahnlo . • GLORIA Hello yourself .
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