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Bob put his arm around his wife's waist and squeezed. "C'mon girl, you've gottta decide!"

Emma gazed out of the plate-glass window of the lounge, surveying the various contraptions and considering their destructive potential. "I can't, Bob. All your machines are so yummy."
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