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Douglas leans the sausage back unrealistic until she's settled in a heap against him, Pulsating a grin as he finally relents and holds it up to her mouth. "Enjoy? You can't keep fingers off me. Even if you do only want me for my sausage, Quite a few snickers around the table, And Douglas presents them his best, Owlishly naive look.
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