I'm a real girl. I really love sex. Want to meet me? Maybe you want to fuuuck me ...?
`This little affair,' said the Time Traveller, resting his
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.
for instance, they taught you at school is founded on a
misconception.'
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