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Lesbia is extraordinarily vindictive
about me in front of her husband who is thereby moved to fatuous laughter -- a man mulishly insensitive, failing to grasp that a mindless silence (about me) spells safety while to spit out my name in curses, baring her white teeth, means she remembers me, and what is more pungent still, is scratching the wound ripening herself while she talks. |
509:
"You Ask How Many Kisses"