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 | What are you reading there, padre? I like literary men. | |
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| I'm not really reading, I'm just trying to take my mind off you by not looking at you. | |
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| Oh, you are a horny one, aren't you, padre? So what is it about me that makes you so horny. Is it my dress? | |
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| No, I guess it's your scent. You smell like a huge garden of the most beautiful flowers god has ever created. | |
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| Awww, that's so sweet of you. But how does staring into a book help distract you from my scent? | |
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| That's what I'm beginning to wonder right now as well. *sniff* *sniff* | |
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