I'm a real girl. I really love sex. Want to meet me? Maybe you want to fuuuck me ...?
You know of course that a mathematical line, a line of thickness
NIL, has no real existence. They taught you that? Neither has
that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over
this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity.
him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His grey eyes
thought roams gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And
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