" "So am I. Then he entered her passionately, riding her with exquisite precision. She watched the people and hummed softly to herself. It was a habit of his to talk to himself. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. ’ Lucilla let out a peal of laughter. I overlooked the mechanical imperfections of your work, the utter lack of finish, the crudeness of your drawing. ’ ‘That’s fortunate,’ murmured Lucilla. "I'll be his evil genius!" vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her torture.
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