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The city should-paint on the side of some innocuous building down below, a painted-mural scene, of a through-window, naked-sex on a bed for those-tourist types who might be-instead, sniping "Rear Window" like, while his-wife waives from the other end.

But I why-guess. How is she to be connived ? Such a merry ferry-tail I cannot imagine. Not that I haven't been-tempted and I have many-a-time. Just-say what she wants to hear and your-in. Go-ahead. See what she will and won't. She is a 'and believe-me' believer. She wears her heart on her believe. She is a great woman however possessive. She does for-you. Of course - you tell her the truth and she is forever loyal. This is no-sense other. But when she is betrayed, she is the wrath of go-Adele it on a mountain. I could-lie. It would be easy. I tested her with slight-exaggeration. But no - I am a good-wouldn't guy. I don't askew-that, even just-for mea-culprit in a manicure market. "Maybe we could do-a-deal ?"

"And maybe why a deal I-do ?!" The Gortian-Not. There go I-not. I have to-be her. No-way 'round it, just-as I have to be everybody and every-one. "How much of myself do I give you ?" We each want what the other has-got, but wouldn't if we were together-one.

"Who are you ? I love you. You are the phantasm of my nights in dining armour. You are the what - I am-not. But who are you, really ? Can't we do a deal-her ?" "Free to speak seek you !"

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