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my child, there is something profoundly wrong with your logic. or should i say, with the lack of logic you possess. my child, there is something profoundly wrong with your logic. or should i say, with the lack of logic you possess. ...
i have made a peace, Joanna. i promise to you that i have made my peace. i have made a peace, Joanna. i promise to you that i have made my peace. ...
oh, where do i start? should i take you to Sid Vicious' deathbed, where misery and self destruction was portrayed as a romantic triumph? or to Giovanni's room, where lust and conventional morality collide over a simple dinner on a Tuesday night? or to the very altar of Heraion, where what you were...
