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Maggie Animal sex show had been all but forgotten. No one was even looking at her now. Jens was checking on Melora to make sure she was still alive. The quartet were being looked at by the on site EMT who was assuring them that the pain would go away soon. It didn't look like there would be any bruising. He gave them cold packs away, just in case there might be some swelling.
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