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"The End"
We shall into the coarse red and frosted door. Veiled in golden, the devil's-winter-sun will lurk, white-pink and orb cold. She will jut out her chin and impishly pucker her mouth, raise her hips for momentum. Rigidly I shall lay an arm around her.
The notebook I toss ahead: fly. Tatters.
— Jan 23, 2024 09:13AM
We shall into the coarse red and frosted door. Veiled in golden, the devil's-winter-sun will lurk, white-pink and orb cold. She will jut out her chin and impishly pucker her mouth, raise her hips for momentum. Rigidly I shall lay an arm around her.
The notebook I toss ahead: fly. Tatters.
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