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... id Mrs Somya. Hair, semen, saliva, semen
You said semen twice, I said.
Whatevers easiest for you, she said.
I think you have the wrong idea about me. She had the wrong idea about a lot of things, so at least she was consistent.
As you please. She had a whittling knife in her hands, quickly and efficiently reducing a piece of driftwood to wood chips as she spoke. It would have been impressive even if she wasnt blind.
Once she had a rough clothes peg figure ...
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