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You didn't smoke at all.

Who are you messing with?

Who did you contact?

Maybe it'll come to pot.

Why don't you start snorting *******?

I understand the champagne.

Three. Just three.

What kind of aunts you got there, I don't know, working, huh?

It hurts.

Hurts, yeah.

When you smoked, did it hurt?

And when you drink champagne there every day at lunch?

Does it hurt?

Does it hurt, too?

But you're still drinking.

So hold on, four, just four, and ten, six, five.

But you were also single, like your aunts.

I understand, of course, they're single, they don't have to go home, they don't have ******** waiting for them, they don'.

They go to a restaurant, young officers, are they single, or are they traveling?

They're bonding over there.

Why do you go with them?

Seven.

What are you doing with them?

Your husband's waiting for you at home, son.

I mean, the ***'s already fucking great.

Well, grand********.

Eight.

Eight is just.

Of course it hurts.

What did you think?

You're still going with them?

I mean, imagine, there's, like, nine aunts or whatever you got there, and everybody's coming, and you're, like,.

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