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...of forties off the roofs of heaven by night (thereby interrupting the serious business of sybils and love gurus. the nerve. fuckinghippieassmotherfuckers). it all started with the grand inquisitor, whose sinewy, leatherish form naturally prevented me from incorporating him into my impromptu sex fantasies (i was more of an ivan girl). he stalked the cross-sections of my sleep and bred hysteria and ...

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