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Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

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I'm comfy in Komarom and whore is fantastic! You make me weak at the knees. Both French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge have a special place in.

So, I’m trying to salvage my sketches when I notice this couple arguing nearby. They’re going at it, and I’m just sitting there, eavesdropping like it’s a reality show. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and she’s like, “Well, you never talk!” I’m thinking, “Man, relationships are wild.”

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