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Christine Papin B. 3.8.1905 Marigné, France / D. 5.18.1937 Rennes “Cachexie vésanique” or Wasting away Eager to please doesn’t even come close to describing the why of it. Desperate more like, desperate to be loved; in point of fact to being favored chosen above addicted as to stolen candy: The pregnant purse, the button clasp no louder than a puff of kitten’s breath releasing what a thrill What’s that in your apron pocket, Cinderella? I don’t know I don’t remember I’ll have to get back to you on that.
The rest of the world can’t even begin to understand the how of it. They’re nobody is why, nobody but others; a lot of mobile mouth parts in a row work jealously but they’ll never get what they’re missing: When the door to the back room clicks closed and you’re in there too with him every time like the first time What are you muttering about now, Cinderella? I don’t know I don’t remember I’ll have to get back to you on that. Consolation Site: A banal power failure
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