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Oddly, I think the romance novel that was seared into my brain was one level up from the Arab Sheik's Harem Girl or whatever that godawful book was that Smart Bitches, Trashy Books tore apart. So ... I don't know why I'm trying to explain the psychology of a stereotyped non-existent entity. My hed is up a sock and my son the sparrow is biting my hand. That's what this clusterfuck of fail does. Post a comment in response: |
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