The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. She was too wrapped up in the sheer joy of playing again; it had 201 been intimate, masturbatory. Every rule is against me—Why did I let you begin this? I might have told—” “I don’t see that you could help—” “I might have helped—” “You couldn’t.
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