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It isn’t illusions—for us. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. It’s the only clean way for us. Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. He felt his orgasm explode into her as his mouth was filled with bitter, metallic blood.
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