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The pudding was superb; a perfect dining experience.
There is only one thing left to do, throw my arms around the woman I love and away we go. The bedroom calls, but first we pause at the door. The anticipation is exquisite. Suddenly, over her shoulder I go, a quick burping then off to nap.
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