Mistresses decided more with their vaginas than the king.

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Mistresses decided more with their vaginas than the king.

For a fleeting instant she flashed her hidden depths concealed inside her, and he saw that distant look as if she had lost something.

A curious mind wandered in thought past all distractions til they were carried away.

She looked wilder out in the water and sky. She was unexpectedly happy at that particular moment. She could not describe it. How perfect is the earth.

She saw a shadow bent over her, death's mouth was hungry. She struggled to break free. A cold kiss opened her mouth.

What most satisfies us is not a simple absolute.

weaker small brain less hair inferiority... men say what they think of women.

Express willed determination in the face of suffering like a queen.

The dehumanizing effect of capitalism, the rich have such ambivalence that workers have erupted in violence between classes.

Can I learn to love the boring, comfortable, convenient life which is passing me by?
