Misunderstanding
I correspond again with my non-I in the picture you draw of a certain Madame Bovary I drag her along figuratively where literally is no longer possible or at least, not with the same words dispose of her on my spine straighten itwhen she walks crooked or begs me; lets move on and stay
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