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No. I'd jump out of my car, open your car door and pull the car keys out of the ignition. I'd throw the keys in a ditch, grab your purse and jump back in my car. While you were busy looking for your car keys I'd rifle through your purse, get your address from your ID, and go to your apartment. While you were driving home in a frantic hurry I'd be rolling around naked in your underwear drawer. You'd never be able to get the rank stink of me out of your wardrobe.
Noen of that is really a laughing matter I'd say. Now hit me baby one more time.
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