She is something different. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Gerald. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. She undid his zipper and pulled his shorts down his hips.
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