Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love
Memories of My Melancholy WhoresNo matter what, nobody can take away the dances you've already had.
Memories of My Melancholy WhoresI would not have traded the delights of my suffering for anything in the world.
Memories of My Melancholy Whoreswe are unable to discount the hypotheses that the world began three years ago.
The Melancholy of Haruhi SuzumiyaI always had understood that dying of love was mere poetic license.
Memories of My Melancholy WhoresAs I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.
Memories of My Melancholy WhoresMy name is Jimmy, but my friends just call me the hideous penguin boy.
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