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Footnote: Withering Thought
Hope those sent flowers
lose their scent and wither in
that bastard's presence:
that bald, beaked freak---to whom she
whores herself night after night.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
Hope those sent flowers
lose their scent and wither in
that bastard's presence:
that bald, beaked freak---to whom she
whores herself night after night.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]
