








" Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. "
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment, Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.
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