you give me fever when you kiss me, fever when you told me tight...
When I go into a library, I'm like one of those women who can't stop picking up disreputable men in bars. I tell myself I'll be a good girl, but I always end up dragging at least two or three tomes out with me. Their lovely covers or tantalising summaries make me promises, and though I know they will inevitably keep me up at night and drive me to
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