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she left his skin on fire words tumbled out in a skeletal gasping wish now won’t you have a little something before you go? when he could clutch her no longer his hands now insensate to her flesh he took his penitent leave

she looked out at the parched rain until the despondent damp avenue expunged all truth and willingness from her tortured affected features and though she had considered the mingy number of his talents she recognized his abstract worth in the masculine declination

eventually it came to his attention that she never took him anyplace he hadn’t already been before rescue me from certainty and leave me not to my temptations the problem with always loving and admiring everything and everyone is you never figure out who you really are