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After a disastrous night at the club ....
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| Bleah. Every guy I met just wanted to have conversations with my boobs. | |
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Maura goes to her roomie for consolation ...
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| Yeah. That's what guys are like, though. | |
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| So it doesn't bother you? | |
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| No way! Why do you think I wear such tight clothes? | |
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| Darmit. Now I can't stop looking at your boobs! | |
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