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Men Shake Hands After They Beat Each Other Up; We Eat Chocolate.

You Know, Lieutenant, You Wear Your Weapon The Way Other Women Wear Pearls." "it's Not A Fashion Accessory.

Do You Remember The First Time We Made Love?" He Touched His Lips To Hers As He Said It. "we Rode Up In The Elevator Like This And Couldn't Keep Our Hands Off Each Other, Couldn't Get To Each Other Quick Enough. I Was Mad For You. I Wanted You More Than I Wanted To Keep Breathing. I Still Do." He Deepened The Kiss As The Elevator Doors Opened. "it's Never Going To Change.

It's About Us. It's About Trust.

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