I'm fucking well obsessed with you, you bitch. I can't stop.
--Good.
You fucking bitch.
--Yes. I am. Your fucking bitch.
Tell me what you're thinking, [O].
I want to know.
Tell me!
--I will. Hold me down. Hold me down first, and I will.
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