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. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. \" He mumbled, his eyes on her breasts. Heliers. "I thought I heard a noise.
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