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Young lovely wenches.. ohhh the soft forbidden skin, the sensuality of the idea. I Take you now for it is not destiny you remain in such glorious form. Crafted by the hands of the heavens, refined by mine own. My heart is captivated, my soul stolen. Alas, you cannot be frozen in time, for nature is far too strong. Oh how I yern for such an astonishing creature.
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"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere." - MLK
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