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(Thursday morning, INT: gym, EB and MH are practicing krav maga)

MH: Sooo... shall we have a little talk about the fact that the second we get a drink in you, the very first thing you do is find a flimsy excuse to try to get Jamie to kiss you?
EB: No. No, we shan't.
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MH: Ah, so we shall have to have a chat about your mama bird act. I gotta tell you, I have been known to get into all kinds of freaky shit, but emetophilia - that's a new one on me.
MH: It's a good thing Jamie didn't dare you to eat me out, you would have blown chunks straight up my baby hatch.
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EB: Only if your baby hatch had a tongue in it that was trying to give me a rimjob from the inside. What the hell was that?
MH: Hey, when a dude wants to see a little girl on girl action, it is generally assumed that frenching is expected. Tongue equals enthusiasm.
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EB: Which might have made sense if Jamie could actually see what was going on in my esophagus. However, I happen to have an opaque neck.
MH: It's called method acting, Ellen. Look it up.