Authors: Thomas Laird
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s
.
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awakene
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no
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hand
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m
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shak
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he
r
.
‘Yo
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wan
t
t
o
pla
y
roug
h
, Aaron?’
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lov
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t
o
pla
y
roug
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thin
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come
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savagel
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hand
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find
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begin
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mol
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m
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fles
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int
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wha
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sh
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want
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m
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fin
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distracte
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b
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wha
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she’
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doin
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stewardes
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bend
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take
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stay
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there fo
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a
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tim
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I
can’
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m
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sto
p
he
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.
The
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sh
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jerk
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hersel
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uprigh
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.
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th
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heate
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k
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her
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command
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f
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clothe
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appear
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m
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thre
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sh
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perfec
t
a
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th
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firs
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tw
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.
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help
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m
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slid
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m
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pant
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of
f,
an
d
the
n
sh
e
straddle
s
m
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m
sittin
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n
th
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middl
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f
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fron
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sea
t.
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watchin
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r
eye
s,
tryin
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t
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remembe
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wha
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wa
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t
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ha
d
i
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min
d
fo
r
he
r
.
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De
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rip
s
m
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hairpiec
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of
f.
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t
sh
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tear
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of
f
th
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mustach
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an
d
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sear
s
m
y
uppe
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li
p
a
s
sh
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doe
s
s
o
.
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sla
p
he
r
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accoun
t
o
f
th
e
pai
n,
an
d
sh
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respond
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i
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kin
d.
Thi
s
tim
e
I
kno
w
I’
m
bleedin
g.
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t
sh
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bend
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towar
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m
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r
breast
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brushin
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t
m
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hand
s,
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d
sh
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lick
s
th
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bloo
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fro
m
m
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nos
e
an
d
li
p.
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n
he
r
tongu
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jam
s
it
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wa
y
int
o
m
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mout
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an
d
she’
s
slammin
g
a
t
m
e
a
s
i
f
there’
s
n
o
tim
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lef
t
. A
s
i
f
she’
s
go
t
t
o
ge
t
thi
s
thin
g
ove
r
no
w
.
I
wa
s
raise
d
i
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a
ver
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stric
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househol
d.I
tol
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r
tha
t,
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r
somethin
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lik
e
tha
t.I
wa
s
referrin
g
t
o
he
r
indirectl
y,
bu
t
I
kne
w
wha
t
I
mean
t
.