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What if Rhett and Scarlett were free to talk about anything they wanted and weren’t bound by the social restrictions of the 1860s south?
I think that conversation might go something like this…
Rhett: Scarlett, I do declare. You look lovely in that dress. Why, it matches the curtains! I do love the way your breasts heave out of the neckline. This bein’ the south and all, and as warm as it is outside, what’s say I come over there and bend you over that desk and fuck you until you scream for Aunt Jemima?
Scarlett: Why Rhett, I do declare. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re tryin’ to flirt with me!!
