The Sunday Whirl

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“Whisper to me this night. Tell me all of your dreams. Make the script crispy and brisk. Crush my cold heart until all that’s left are the dim seeds of dust with their creamy shimmer.”

“Aww shucks, Marion. I could never hurt you like that…”

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