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'If The Good Lord Is Agreeable' When the pleasure end becomes business few people besides nuns would be a witness and I won't be one. I'll gladly donate my ear-drums to your hisses that were once your hugs and kisses and will hopefully be again, hun. You'll want them to suture up your uterus once we've met the future us. That's sure to change in a way that's not mysterious, love. Many visits to the pews in the interim praying for a phew in the forseeable if the good Lord is agreeable Onto Newbie who's asleep under the Beagle ear.