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           SoIlovechastitynow,becauseitisthepeacethatcomesoffucking.Ilovebeingchastenow.Iloveitassnowdropslovethesnow.Ilovethischastity,whichisthepauseofpeaceofourfucking,betweenusnowlikeasnowdropofforkedwhitefire.Andwhentherealspringcomes,whenthedrawingtogethercomes,thenwecanfuckthelittleflamebrilliantandyellow,brilliant.Butnotnow,notyet!Nowisthetimetobechaste,itissogoodtobechaste,likeariverofcoolwaterinmysoul.Ilovethechastitynowthatitflowsbetweenus.Itislikefreshwaterandrain.Howcanmenwantwearisomelytophilander.WhatamiserytobelikeDonJuan,andimpotentevertofuckoneselfintopeace,andthelittleflamealight,impotentandunabletobechasteinthecoolbetween-whiles,asbyariver.

           Well,somanywords,becauseIcan’ttouchyou.IfIcouldsleepwithmyarmsroundyou,theinkcouldstayinthebottle.Wecouldbechastetogetherjustaswecanfucktogether.Butwehavetobeseparateforawhile,andIsupposeitisreallythewiserway.Ifonlyoneweresure.

           Nevermind,nevermind,wewon’tgetworkedup.Wereallytrustinthelittleflame,andintheunnamedgodthatshieldsitfrombeingblownout.There’ssomuchofyouherewithme,really,thatit’sapityyouaren’tallhere.

           NevermindaboutSirClifford.Ifyoudon’thearanythingfromhim,nevermind.Hecan’treallydoanythingtoyou.Wait,hewillwanttogetridofyouatlast,tocastyouout.Andifhedoesn’t,we’llmanagetokeepclearofhim.Buthewill