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My darling, dashing Burnsy,

I need you, I need to hear you coming to me from your sad crime room through our tunnel of love to my bed..

I can't wait to feel those shiny brass buttons give away to my fingers.

Your tender touch is the only way I'll ever get through another one of these horrific convention weekends.

- The Management (of your loins)

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