Why do I keep going there, obbsessing.
That sweet taste of orange-juice.
Have you been told?
What.
About this.
I haven't been.
On every detail.
Happy.
Stop following me!
Little-kitty.
BIG SHADOW.
Kitty-little.
I'm listening to the sweet-tasting-sound...
purified -
every,
minute.
S-Q-E-E-Z-E M-E.
Without a word.
I lied.
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