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She is so sincere, saying it, that I am ashamed and I am angry. Her dark skirts are gathered.
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We are not for this century. But it fits her. Carmilla lets me take her corset off, Carmila bong. We have fake IDs. We meet every night in Union Square, and every night we dream up adventures for ourselves. We slip the bottle into it. I mean — we did it! We watch it flicker and the smoke rise.
She has my fingers close around the neck of a bottle. Carmila bong, please let me make it up to you. She takes her purse from underneath her shawl. Her face — her lovely face; her lovely, unencumbered face — never hides the truth. It fits her exactly like it did when I imagined it. She looks Carmila bong seventeen and so so many men want her. I know, very keenly, that I am a mistake. Her lips — those lovely, bruise-dark lips — are grimacing.
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