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"Like it? I must admit, it's not mine. No, it belonged to that woman two floors down. God, what was her name, Sarah, Sandy? I don't know off the top of my head."

"Her? If I told you she was completely fine, would you believe me? No? Smart. No, she's definitely not fine at all and I'll leave it at that."

"No, she definitely wasn't wearing this when I did what I did. I took the liberty of looting her closet of everything. It's not she needs them anymore, does she? You know, it is too bad she never wore more of this stuff. She had a great body but she always hid it under sweats and hoodies. A body like this deserves someone who will show it off, someone who will embrace every bit of the natural attractiveness."

"Speaking of attractiveness, I know you can see it. I can *see* you can see it, if you know what I mean. Can't help it, can you? Well, maybe we forget about poor old what's-her-name and we focus on you and me!"