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San Francisco play.

Well, we get our own football game going on.

Pass the ball.

Now you can, okay?

Oh, shit, it hit the cookie.

It hit the spot.

Woo!

Don't we all feel much better?

You know, fuck guys.

They wouldn't leave us on a Monday night for a football, you know.

That's messed up.

I think, you know, God intended it to only be women anyway.

We can find our own fun.

That's what I'm saying.

Anytime.

I like the shape of that football.

I need to see the look.

If it's raining, you know.

Look, perfect shape.

Hell, yeah.

I got to see that.

Ooh, you a wild girl.

I always told her, like, fuck me or fuck the football.

I guess now I got to fuck the football.

You know, really.

But that's okay.

We don't need them, do we?

We got each other.

This was a great thing.

Okay?

Why do we need them?

Who knows?

So I guess you get to watch me.

I got one too.

I got one too.

Right?

Right.

We're four of the women.

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More right.

More right.

Toss it up.

You like that?

What does it look like?

Mmm.

Taste it, someone.

I don't want to make that face.

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Take off mine's dress.

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Take it off.

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I want to wear a touchdown.

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