Gingah, my dear gingah...my pretty little gingah, with an itch that needs to be scratched...Your ache is for sex, but you disguise it it with violence. I've said it once, I'll say it again... if Lesvos won't come to you, then you must go to Lesvos.
--I have been with you every day of my life. Tell me you know that. -- Yes, I know it. --You must also know that I shall be with you every day that is granted to me from now on. Every evening I shall sit down to dine with you. Not with my body, which is of no importance, but with my soul. Because this evening I have learned, my dear, that in this beautiful world of ours, all things are possible.
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errr....righty-o then, I prefer a bit of Anne of Green Gables myself?
Ginger: I get this ache... And I, I thought it was for sex, but it's to tear everything to fucking pieces.
nice
Gingah, my dear gingah...my pretty little gingah, with an itch that needs to be scratched...Your ache is for sex, but you disguise it it with violence. I've said it once, I'll say it again... if Lesvos won't come to you, then you must go to Lesvos.
as the venerable oats once said:
``i don't want to get laid, i just want things spelt correctly''
switch that to ``i just want everyone to drop dead'' and you have my personal take.
Compromise, compromise. They can drop dead spelling Lesvos.
I like cake.
ME TOO
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