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 | Baby, do you remember our honeymoon in Rome? The piazzas, the night-time walks on those marble lined streets, the hours we spent in bed together... | |
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| Yeah sweetheart. Remember when we were in bed and I farted and pushed your head under the covers until you literally vomited because of the smell? | |
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| Good times. | |
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