We're sitting on the couch eating blueberries. Jake loves 'em. Mike drops one down my tank top into my cleavage and tells the kid to go get it, giggling like a blueberry-eatin' fool. #$%@$. Jake happily obeys. #$^@$@. Then, half an hour later and for the rest of the evening, long after the blueberries are gone, Jake still thinks there are
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