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It had become something of a tradition for Harold to smooch somebody when robbing. Security guards, tellers, people in the wrong (Or right) place, anyone that suited her fancy. She'd give them a big wet kiss, and they often looked disapointed when she'd tell them, "Mmm, good stuff! But sorry babe, my heart belongs to my puddin'..."

Description
It had become something of a tradition for Harold to smooch somebody when robbing. Security guards, tellers, people in the wrong (Or right) place, anyone that suited her fancy. She'd give them a big wet kiss, and they often looked disapointed when she'd tell them, "Mmm, good stuff! But sorry babe, my heart belongs to my puddin'..."