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Pleasure on the Tongue10:31 Aug 21 2006
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It was the coldest winter the village had, had for many years. But that was how she liked it. Staring out her window, looking into a snowy paradise. It made her feel alive to have the wind roar through her hair and her fingers and toes blocks of ice. Because that was how she felt inside. Cold and unfeeling, shut off off from the pleasures of the world for she had only taste the horrors.
She had learnt to block out the sounds when she was still a baby. She had learnt to be blind to the violance, so she could survive. Fuck the rest the world. She had only herself.
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