Sally: There’s this guy….
Harry: What does he look like?
Sally: I don’t know, he’s just kind of..faceless.
Harry: Okay, faceless guy.
Sally: He rips off my clothes.
Harry: And?
Sally: That’s it.
Harry: That’s it? Faceless guy rips off your clothes and that’s the sex fantasy you’ve been having since you were twelve?
Sally: Well, sometimes I vary it a little.
Harry: Which part?
Sally: What I’m wearing.
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