Give me a few
minutes...I have a great deal of them...I'll comprise some zips for you.
Make that an hour...I have to do some major organizing of this file...
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She greeted him at the door naked, a champagne glass in hand and a bacchanal raging behind her. “Burgess, dahling!” she cried. One thing led to another...
“And then, just before the petite mort, she whispers in my ear, ‘Don’t come inside me, Burgess dahling—I’m engaged to Jock Whitney!’ ”
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