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On gay the other gay side of the one-way mirror, two woman identical to the receptionist but wearing matching silver gay catsuits watched as Jane writhed in pleasure. "She-ob gay-vi-ous-ly-pass-es-the-first-test-don dick't-you-a-gree gaydick-num-ber-12?" asked the woman on the right with the number gaydick 8 on her collar.
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Later that day number 43 was talking to number 8 dick when she said: "Jane Smith was different."
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Meanwhile, at the suburban enclave gay of the Android Academy, the gay android on duty noticed a flashing light on her console. Per procedures she immediately called number 8 on the intercom.
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