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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I go back for seconds and thirds and fourths and fifths, when it’s good. Just not if it means some guy gets to put a leash on me. - Quote by Paula Stokes

I go back for seconds and thirds and fourths and fifths, when it’s good. Just not if it means some guy gets to put a leash on me.

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