Easy:
I scratch your back, you scratch my back.
I massage your back, you massage my back.
I stab you in the back, you... well, you're dead.
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Her kiss left an aftertaste you can't shake off. Bitter poison that was sweet; poison that flirted with your tastebuds, causing you to have it all at once, igniting the erotic side that you've suppressed for too long now. It's put you on a high, lusting for more of that taste... Poison. You could blame her, or you could fault the poison. But it doesn't matter: since the two are one. COFFEE.
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ok. this is really cold. lol* :P
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