Her emotive brow. Her upturned nose. Pouting lips. Perfect skin... This charming little imp is only child-
like. That she is a fantastical being as old as time only slightly muddles the implied pedophilia. As a youth I roamed the orange groves with her frail, fevered form reclining upon the bosom of my mind - oh! untouched odalisque, such clouded desires, and the scent of fallen citrus...
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