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Oh, my darling Claire, what do you seek in a lover's pleasure while under the care of some
appointed bed, the hunger of passion or just a roll in the hay, I must know since my emotions
are quite costly and sharp to the wounded heart of despair, so clever in willfully drawing much
rain that I am drowning in a sea of neglected love.

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