I love some one else. She let out a wail. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. "Sounds as if I had heard it, but I can't place it this minute.
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