She wanted to hold foreign syllables like mints on her tongue until they dissolved into fluency.
A Constellation of Vital PhenomenaLord, forgive us for the times we have read about Gethsemane with dry eyes.
The Cross He Bore: Meditations on the Sufferings of the RedeemerProblem was, he couldn’t masturbate his sexual desires away because he’d fry off his cock." Hector
Dark Taste of RaptureSuspense left my life a long time ago, now it has returned. I do not care for it.
The Flame Alphabet