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Tossing the Salad There you are - attractive. As appealing as the sound of fresh vegetables, seducing me with your produce by bending your elastic bands to and fro. You are demonstrating your skillful agility. With each and every flagrant second that flickers my senses become retarded. I begin to feel disoriented and untrustworthy. I want to wash your mouth out with my soap just to see you foaming at the mouth. The only problem is I am no longer in anything that resembles control. You have become my master. I'm lost - backwards. You have enslaved me. Your every wish is my desire. I will start by pulling down my clothes and undressing the bed - just to show you how manipulative and relentless your jittery dance has proven to be. There is no way you are unaware of what you do. You have willfully wrapped your entire world around me like an elastic band around a head of fresh lettuce, that's just aching to be tossed.
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