“What's wrong with wanting to look at you? Mr. Blank asks, choking through his sobs. You have such beautiful breasts. I just want to see them and touch them. I want to put my hands on your skin, to run my fingers through your pubic hair. What's so terrible about that?”
Ah, yes! I forgot that this is what Paul Auster is like sometimes
— Oct 24, 2025 06:47AM
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