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Yeah, I've heard people fucking a few times in hotels, but I never knew who they were. For all I know they could've been someone's great-grandparents rekindling the old flames. Though, I admit, none of the times I heard it did the folks sound elderly.
And yes, I am unashamed to have squeezed out the tube weasel to the sounds....
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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