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You are: I'm half-blind and see-you hardly not // no-matter me. What are the odds here? Decided that a long time ago. Don't take it personal. Give-'em what-wants. Be situational.

Got to have love. That's what the women got. She loves openly. I haven't decided yet. Its an intellectual problem. Or it-is: I loved my father with no love-me back; if you got to-get past your father; I did it right-quick. Who should I be? I get to pick of course, the time-reckoning, high-school graduation; we are many-goners, although some will-stay; of choice-limited around here - unless you are of the best-set. But I never knew you: the-lot. I was not looking for love. I was looking for mind. Love I thought to fickle, too unfulfilled and thus uncontrollable; a non-garanwe summodity. They had commandments: harked empty threats of the dead, hopefully. What she had was love. But the menameme don't know what to do with love. If I am not woman, and I must be somebody else, I can't be love. What I got then? I'll build you a tower. The weeee must-me.

"I was given notice suddenly to depart from Ma'am Colleened class and head back over to Ma'am Misstory's stool-room." ^I must discuss the The Judgment of WHO with yuu^, "she said. Have I told you how much I love you today please Ma'am??" ^Yes you have // and enough! There are thirteen Gosseses in all. You are already possessed of

two

, Ma'am's Misstory and Ma'am Ursula. Ma'am EveDream is yuur identities // a-mixed conglomerate of the planet Mirth and the sphere of Gossamere realm; the // such-as-myself // and the Gossememe-Ma'ams and Acolytes!

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