Lay down, please.- Samuel’s voice stroked my ears like a man seducing his lover after they’d suffered a long absence.
– Kenya Wright
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- With a shaking hand, he reached for his ????, and stroked it slowly from base to tip. Clearly, prayer time was over. – Rosanna Leo
- If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad. – Friedrich Schiller
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