He kissed me. I turned into madness. All of this with a blossoming desire that pulsates through your arteries until the shock sets in that it was a kiss that defined nations. Guinevere and Lancelot laughed at the realization that I took so long to percieve. Oedipus forgot about the prophecy and laid his mother anyway. And it wasn't disgusting. The
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And uh, what do you mean by salle? Im just slightly confused because, ah, technically, it isn't a word. :)
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