To take her now I would gladly sell, my soul to the darkest depths of hell. Weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, as I’m above her and she opens her sheath.

To take her now I would gladly sell, my soul to the darkest depths of hell. Weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth, as I’m above her and she opens her sheath.

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