
"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?"
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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