"Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next. Is he never wrong?"
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She paints her face to hide her face. Her eyes are deep water. It is not for a Gomar to want. It is not for a Gomar to feel. She satisfies you, whatever you want. The rest is shadows, the rest is secret. These are memoirs of another kind.
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