I'm a real girl. I really love sex. Want to meet me? Maybe you want to fuuuck me ...?
he took that individual's hand in his own and told him to put out
One of the candles on the mantel was blown out, and the little
The Psychologist recovered from his stupor, and suddenly looked
at the fire. Then he turned, lighting his pipe, to look at the
unhinged, helped himself to a cigar and tried to light it uncut.)
`Into the future or the past--I don't, for certain, know
`But,' I said, `If it travelled into the past it would have
`Not a bit,' said the Time Traveller, and, to the Psychologist:
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