Lila Bacheré

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All the terms by which I imagined he valued me had been exhausted: My sex no longer surprised him; my body was no longer a novelty. Somehow my beauty was so exquisite that it continued to fascinate him. Or, if it was no longer my beauty that he craved, he had found something in me to admire.
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