For a minute I sat and thought alone; there will those that can make your heart beat just a little faster when you know your moral guardian lingers just above your swimming head. It's not a question of integrity but a question without an answer. Show me the woman whose crime was petty attraction. What's the sentence for such troubles, let her decide with the splintered manuscript of love. Watch her as she replies harikari with her tooth pick dagger. That's the only answer she'll ever get.
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