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"
That
’
s
better
!
But
it
needs
more
!
I
’
m
Italian
,
you
know
.
Now
.
.
.
there
.
.
.
that
’
s
better
!
Now
I
’
ll
let
it
heat
up
.
Can
I
have
a
beer
?
"
"
All
right
.
"
She
came
in
with
her
bottle
and
sat
down
.
"
Do
you
miss
me
?
"
she
asked
.
"
You
’
ll
never
know
.
"
"
I
think
I
’
m
going
to
get
my
job
back
at
the
Play
Pen
.
"
"
Great
.
"
"
Some
good
tippers
come
in
that
place
.
One
guy
he
tipped
me
5
bucks
each
night
.
He
was
in
love
with
me
.
But
he
never
asked
me
out
.
He
just
ogled
me
.
He
was
strange
.
He
was
a
rectal
surgeon
and
sometimes
he
masturbated
as
he
watched
me
walking
around
.
I
could
smell
the
stuff
on
him
,
you
know
.
"
"
Well
,
you
got
him
off
.
.
.
"
"
I
think
the
soup
is
ready
.
Want
some
?
"
