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| Ravaged. |
It's like a fantasy. It's like a beautiful woman that you can't stop thinking about. She calls you in the middle of work, tells you how lonely she is, and describes to you what she's wearing. You hang up the phone dumbfounded. You try desperately to focus on your work, but mental glimpses of her keep invading your thoughts. Your throat dries and you grow slightly feverish. Weakly, you struggle to finish your work and you hurry home. And when you finally find her sprawled out, you assertively grab her and drag her to the most private of spaces. Then you violently rip off the layers, and proceed to have your way with her like an insatiable fiend...
... So is the same with Hot Pastrami Dip. Very hot, indeed.
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