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Is that sex talk?” she asked uncertainly.”It is.””Why don’t you just say sex then? It’s always chalice and appetite and artifice with you. I never know what the hell you’re saying.

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Is that sex talk?" she asked uncertainly."It is.""Why don't you just say sex then? It's always chalice and appetite and artifice with you. I never know what the hell you're saying.
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