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... and tiddy fuck celebrations, you don't seem very happy." Dacey needled me as I sat on the bank of the Blackwater and watched the water transition from seemingly placid to white rapids in the river's infamously treacherous way.
"Are you capable of romantic love, Dacey?" I questioned the woman without turning to her.
"What kind of question is that?" the woman gruffed out her response.
"A pressing one." I replied.
"Well, yeah. Of course I am." she shrugged, "Why woul ...
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