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The peculiar patron was drawn to Zoie in some strange, unexplainable way. All he could think of was...
Well you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black
Don't look back, and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You got the teeth of the Hydra upon you
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl
Since Zoie could read minds, she didn't know what to make of these thoughts. Should she bang a gong or what?
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