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tell the jesuit girl that it will be a pleasure to kill all her children and grand children... sincerly. I don't want to resort to that, but you know the problem is that I can't do nothing, but if I could she and you would never dare to play the classical parisian game on me...
you see, I told you I am naive, I love the "valse" or said the butterfly get caught by the light, and then suddently from no fault of your own, I wish darkness... so dark that you fear it, the lights out, the feel and freshness of death... ahhh finally home :) !
serenity and calme...
I know your game, you were born in paris... provincials...