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"Why Harold, this does look lovely, you should have."

"Not for you Louis, you loathsome degenerate."

"You know I love it when you talk dirty, H."

"Our new friend, Jillian, has had a rough day racing around town, dodging the police chief and wielding tools. Shuffle over so she can settle in," Harry shifted her hand from Louis' into his.

"All of this, for me?" Jill recovered her hand, placing it over her heart. "Well, bless!" she laughed as she lowered herself onto the thick blanket and pile of cushions Harry had laid out.

"My pleasure. Lou, pour the lady a drink, you mannerless arse."

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