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... refuse, just don’t do it in the future, give me a little hope."
"This isn’t a demand or a request, consider it a wish."
The fat chef began to regret eating that meal.
He rubbed his belly, his face as bitter as if he’d been cuckolded.
Eris sat on the bed, he noticed Domo’s awkwardly twisting toes.
"Hahaha, Domo, hahaha, forget it, pretend I didn’t say anything."
The West Coast agent laughed so hard that tears almost came out.
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