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| Marie (... and the people roar and pound their fist against my walls, my milk flesh. Take from me and eat the divine. Go deeply and lose control of it. My flesh will reciprocate. All the things you make me feel at once. I will never change this moment. Drink Champagne. A toast to the perversion of France.) |
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