You dear, dear girl. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. The last thing that she remembered was her eyes crossing as she tried to focus upon the crunch of leaves as she lay heaving upon them, dampening them further with the outpouring of her sweat as it leaked from her clothing.
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