Masayuki Takayanagi, New Direction 1970 - Call in Question
Fuck yes! I'm currently finding it difficult to type because my face is actually melting!
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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