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“Don’t what my what,” I tell him, crossing one foot in front of the other. “I what-ed first, and you know what I was what-ing about.”
within just a few minutes, the two of us are in Holyrood Park behind the palace, riding on horses like people who just fell in love in a tampon commercial.
“Oh my god, please tell me you have called her ‘ol’ Glynn’ to her face.” “I have not, as I enjoy having my tongue actually in my mouth and not mounted to her wall.”
