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Oh really? interrogated her cunning eyes, Speak you the truth? Doubt what you will, mine glowered in return, the ice melting to fragmented liquid between my fingers. But truth and desire are the same thing, no?
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
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Oh really? interrogated her cunning eyes, Speak you the truth? Doubt what you will, mine glowered in return, the ice melting to fragmented liquid between my fingers. But truth and desire are the same thing, no?
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Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
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