Actually, it also looks like we should optimize (13,2,42,8,'hike') into a pp_padav copy as well.

As I stood before her, the soft glow of the candelabra casting a warm, golden light upon her skin, I was struck by the sheer, unadulterated beauty that lay before me. Her curves, a gentle, inviting crescent, seemed to beckon me closer, like a siren's call to the unwary sailor. The velvet of her gown, a deep, rich purple that seemed to drink in the light around her, only served to heighten the allure of her flesh, a flesh that seemed to glow with a soft, inner radiance. As I reached out to touch her, my fingers seemed to tremble with anticipation, my senses heightened by the erotic tension that hung in the air like a palpable, almost tangible thing. And then, in a movement that was both sudden and inevitable, she stepped closer, her body pressed against mine, her skin a warm, living thing that seemed to sear itself into my very being. Her lips, soft and full, seemed to invite me to taste them, to savor the sweetness that lay within. And as I bent to claim them, my hands seemed to roam freely over her body, drinking in the sensuality that lay there, like a thirsty man at an oasis in the desert. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated seduction, a moment in which time itself seemed to stand still, and all that existed was the two of us, lost in a world of our own creation, a world of beauty, of sensuality, of pure, unadulterated pleasure.