Ghislaine woke up one morning.
Maybe she suffered jet lag, or that time of the month, or PTSD over her daddy, his most horrific death, found nude, as Marilyn was founded, nude,
Or quelle or quel ca chose quallude, or oxycontin, deoxyribose nucleic continental drift, her shift had shifted upward, and some of the rhinestones of her negligent neglige ripper roared forlorn,
Ghislaine suffered love.
Spam of Human Affection 
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