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And no theory rattles around in his empty head.
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Theories pale against the obvious.
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Licinia's tongue was suspected of lounging
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In less esteemed places than around her husband's cock...
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Whereas mine
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has made do with naught but idle conversation.
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I fear it may not have been as idle
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As you would have me believe.
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What promises have you made batiatus and his faded bitch?
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The flesh monger looks to me with rheumy eyes
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Brimming with expectation.
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I promise nothing