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You were the tall brunette with the near perfect body that farted in the bread section. I was the tall guy next to you that looked over and asked “was that you?” You quickly replied “no it wasn’t me!” You almost seemed insulted I would ask. As the stink grew you continued to deny your flatulence, but it was evident. I tried to get rid of the stench by waving two loafs of Italian bread. You proceeded to storm off in an angry manner. You are beautiful and even if you are a liar and fart like a Clydesdale, I’d love to meet up sometime.
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