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I don’t think you’re enough of a man to take it. Either you can accept that and bow down now, or you can let your man-feathers get ruffled by a bitch like Me and call Me to challenge Me to back it up. Either way, your ass is Mine – you just get to decide if it’s at the start of the call or by the end. Don’t worry – I’m patient. I can wait, especially when I know I’m going to win by the end. I will be your Queen.
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