Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. He will return, and you shall be awaiting his arrival!” When her own underarms and groin turned pink, then blue, then black, she confined herself to bed.
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