Bill could wax romantic in his love notes to Monica.' Can't you see you belong in my arms and your mouth belongs on mine.' But then he could go down to the lurid fast enough. 'And mine belongs in your mouth, har har. ' Just then the phone rang in the darkened oval office. ' Oh, Monica? She's under the _ _ I mean, she's under the _ _ arrgh, I mean she's under the weather. She didn't come.Time for dinner? Ah, uh, wait, I'm, I'm aah comiiiiiiinnng, ahhh!'
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