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Cindy: "If you love me then you won't ask me to do anything I'm not comfortable
doing. Do you really like me? Do you? Because I like you, I do, but it's not all
about what we do right here. I mean, in a car like this. I mean, what do you
really think of me?" She chewed cinnamon gum, the kind with the liquid
center. "Cum gum," she said, laughing at the way the gum squirted when she
bit into it. That was when she wasn't talking about love and respect.
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