Story - Impatience of the heart.

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 1. IMPATIENCE OF THE HEART

 The ancient castle of my grandmother, Marquise de Faumrolles, was located
wives near the city of N. in a delightful place. Enclosed
a walled shady park with hundred-year-old trees was irrigated by a small
a river whose water was warm and clear.
  I sometimes liked to wander in the river, raising my hem, in the clear
sandy bottom, feel the warm water slowly flowing,
caressing naked knees...
  This was almost my only entertainment during those long summers.
days... Sometimes I took a volume of poems from my grandmother's rich library
ki, went to the park, lay down on the grass near the river and read... But
my greatest pleasure was to indulge in dreams,
worthy of dreams. I dreamed about what I didn’t know, what I suspected,
about which I could only guess... I imagined pictures of tender-
ty, love and fidelity.
  A constant participant in my dreams was a beautiful young man. It's o-
overwhelmed me with the first excitement, causing me at one and the same time
at the same time mental suffering and pleasure. With a sinking heart
I reread the lines:

 The night of death will thicken,
  but even at the hour of death
  Passions cannot be overcome!
  But beauty will not leave the world for young men,
  and the same groan of hearts
  will pierce the vault of heaven! I slammed the book in confusion and wandered to the castle, where under
canvas awning, in front of the fountain the white figure of my
grandmothers...
  Soon my cousin Bertha came to visit us,
nee Marquise de Annette, a young, fragile, gentle brunette.
I loved her very much for her cheerful character and dazzling social
elegance.  I loved to walk with her along the alleys of the park,
chat about various trifles: laugh at her cute jokes.
  Aunt allowed me to come to her bedroom, where I
I tried on her wonderful dresses from the famous Christian with envy
Diora. And in the mirror I saw an unfamiliar, burning brunette in full bloom.
those youths with an exciting sparkle in their eyes...
  One day I wore a cashmere dress with white lace and a
stood in front of the mirror.  Aunt Bertha was taking a bath, I heard from
from the next room the splash of water and the cheerful melody of its silver voice
gloss. I felt a piece of paper in my dress pocket and took it out with curiosity.
I grabbed it and began to read:

  "... My God, I love you madly. Since yesterday
I suffer as if condemned to hellish torment, I am burned by memories
knowledge about you. I feel my lips on your lips, your eyes under
through my eyes, your body touching me! I love you!
You drove me crazy! My arms open and I'm on fire
I tremble, I wish to hug you again! I thirst for you!..

  always yours, Paul."
  Iwas stunned. Aunt appeared before me in a new, mysterious
in the bright light, I was at a loss... She came out of the bathroom-
Nats, shining with freshness, in a light silk peignoir, under which
a young, slender body, a flexible waist and a very high
breasts that seemed to challenge, beckon and promise. It's all me
I saw it with a new, special look.
  At dinner, in the living room, my aunt told my grandmother that tomorrow he should
her fiancé, Baron Paul de Hennemar, would come and asked her grandmother to come
take him. Grandmother looked at Bertha and, after a pause, replied that
does not object to the Baron's arrival.
  The next morning, as was my habit, I went deeper into the thicket of steam.
ka and, sitting down with a book in her hands on a stump of a tree, plunged into
your usual dreams.  Suddenly I heard a conversation and with surprise
I saw Bertha on the arm of a tall, mustachioed man who looked
deeds of a real nobleman.  I guessed that this was the groom
my aunt, which she was looking forward to.
  I don't know what prompted me to hide from them.
gaze.  Soon they reached the place where I had just arrived.
threw it.  The Baron, looking around, was convinced that on this
early hour no one can see them.
  He pulled his aunt towards him and their lips were in a long kiss.
  - My dear Bertha! - he said. My angel! Honey, you are a queen
my beauty! You are the most beautiful in the world!..
  Paul insistently asked for something,but I didn’t understand what exactly.

“No, my friend,” answered Bertha, oh, no, not here! I beg you.
I will never dare. Oh, my God!.. I will die if anyone
be caught...
  - My dear! Who can see us at this time?!
  - I don’t know, but I’m the only one who’s scared. It won't be for me
pleasure.  Let's look for a better place. I think about this with
yesterday. Let's be patient a little, my dear, and we...
  - How can you talk about patience when I’m in such a state?
NI?
  He took my aunt's hand and directed it to such a strange place,
that I couldn’t understand why it was. But my amazement increased even more
more so when her hand began to hastily unbutton the buttons, and
disappeared into the baron's trousers. There she grabbed some object, but
which one, I couldn’t see.
  “Darling,” said the aunt, “I see perfectly well that you have a
rum desire. He's so cute! Oh! If we had any
be a haven! I would soon put you to work...
  And her little hand moved back and forth, to apparent delight.
by the pleasure of her fiance...
  - Ah!  - Auntie exclaimed. - I remember that not far from here
there is a pavilion, do you understand which one? This isn't quite appropriate...
perfect place for our love, but no one will see us there, and I can
to be completely yours there.
  The pavilion that aunt spoke about was, in truth,
intended to meet other needs of poor humanity,
but hewas very clean. Thanks to the tall bushes around me
could get closer without fear of being noticed. Bertha entered the
go, and Paul, having looked around, followed her in, closing the door behind him.
valve I quickly found a place convenient for observation. Logs and
The boards of the pavilion were not fitted tightly. I fell to the slit of my eye -
mi and saw what I’m going to tell you about now. Just let me translate
spirit.
  - Oh, my dear! - said Bertha, I was very unhappy that
I have to refuse you, but I was so afraid. I'm calm here. My
dear Mimi!  what a holiday I will arrange for him... at one thought I
I already feel pleasure. But how can we get along?
  - Don't worry, dear. First let me admire yours
Bibi. I've dreamed about this for so long!
  I let you think for yourself that at this moment I am re-
lived. What will they do?
  I didn't have to wait long. The Baron got down on one knee and
lifted my skirt. what delights were revealed there!! Rounded knees
delightful legs, pearly white tender belly... This
a divine picture, worthy of the brush of the great Titian, completes
was a shiny black silky fleece, the density and length of which
was amazing...
  “Oh, I love her so much,” said an admiring Paul, “she’s so
sweet, so fresh and beautiful! Spread your legs, I want a kiss-
kiss her cute lips. I want to see your divine flower
open its petalslips...
  Bertha did what Paul asked. Her legs spread apart, revealing
a small pink slit to which her darling pressed his lips.
Bertha was in ecstasy, closing her eyes, she completely leaned back on
sitting in an uncomfortable seat and muttering incoherent words. Passionate caress
covered her whole body: More, more... darling... now... oh...
  What were they doing, my God! I saw everything very clearly, everything was in effect.
viii took place half a meter from my eyes, which I could not
tear away from such a breathtaking spectacle. I didn't imagine that
this delicate place can give such pleasure, but
I also felt some strange tickling sensation in the same place.
dancing that brings me sweet pleasure...
  But then Paul stood up, supporting his aunt. It seemed she couldn't
come to her senses... But soon she opened her eyes and passionately kissed
la him.  Then, with a quick, feverish movement, she unbuttoned
the baron's trousers and lifted his shirt over his stomach. to my eyes
an object appeared, so strange that I almost screamed.
What kind of object was this?.. Its length and thickness caused me
dizziness. Bertha, apparently, did not share my anxiety, so
how she began to stroke this object with her hand and coo with admiration:

- Well, my dear, my dear Mimi... Go to your little friend-
vest. Just don't act too hastily...
  She turned her back to the baron, bent down and restedhands
into a wooden seat.
  Paul lifted the skirt onto his aunt's back with trembling hands and I saw her
hips, roundness of amazing beauty and grace... Thick
the silkiness of the hair between her slender legs could not hide her
divine flower, which has already fully revealed its delicate flowers
pistils...
  Standing behind him, Paul began to insert his object between two lips,
which I clearly saw.
  Bertha, closing her eyes, stood motionless. She's so divided
blamed her hidden part of the body that it seemed to open up
and absorbed this strange thing. Despite the large size,
this item fits well in Bertha’s intimate place, completely
scratching in it...
  “Okay,” whispered the aunt, “I feel him coming in... Go-
my little darling... move slower... Ah!.. I'm starting
feel it approaching... Faster, Paul!.. Paul!.. Faster!..
Ah!..
  Paul, closing his eyes and resting his hands on my aunt's sides, was...
the height of bliss:
  - My angel! My treasure, how good!!! You too? Yes?
  I staggered away from the wall and looked around.
The morning sun was still shining, there was a chattering sound in the tall grass.
hundreds of grasshoppers, dragonflies flying, flapping their wings... Although already
the sun began to heat up and hit my eyes, my teeth
I was shaking with chills, I was trembling from a previously unknown excitement,
out of curiosity. I looked again at the crack in the wall.The aunt and the groom were already getting ready to leave the pavilion and quietly
talked.  Aunt was happy, she smiled contentedly
the baron, who warmly thanked her, tenderly kissed her shoulders and neck.
I heard that they are making a date at my aunt's boudoir today
in the evening.
  I was overcome with a passionate desire to see again those things that
gave me so much inexplicable excitement and pleasure.

When it got dark, everyone went to bed and the lights went out even in the bedroom window.
grandmother, who suffered from insomnia, I decided to leave my
rooms.  Holding a candle in his hand, wearing only a shirt, trembling from the evening
coolness and excitement, I crept along the long corridor,
the carpet in which my bare feet were buried, to my door
aunts  I leaned towards the hole in the door and saw that the sweet
joy is already in full swing.
  Bertha and the Baron lay in the aunt's alcove, neither the wide oval
bed, both completely naked! I began to look with interest
a new sight for me.
  - Darling, you see, he asks permission to enter his mother-
lazy Bibi. After all, you won’t refuse him?..
  Aunt Bertha stammered playfully:
  - Please come here, Mr. Mimi, my lord... Now I
I will imprison you in our prison. - And she sat astride her stomach, lying -
go on Paul's back.
  “Lie there, honey, don’t move,” she turned to her lover.
- You know, my friend, that I am a spoiled person, and I really love me-
take ourgames.
  Saying this, she brought his object with her hand to the entrance to her dark
prostrate and then began to slowly descend in such a way that the charming
Mimi went all the way to the beautiful garden of Venus. I saw
that aunt to her naked appearance, wonderful breasts with protruding scarlet
nipples drove the baron into a frenzy, who contemplated how
his little thing either disappeared or reappeared from his aunt’s crack, which
Paradise did not stop rising and falling... Suddenly my aunt lay down
at his lover, he pressed her to him, hugging her snow-white ass...
They moaned with happiness, passion overwhelmed them at the same time...
  A little later Bertha separated from him and lay down next to him.
  I returned to my room and went to bed in some
extraordinary condition.  I went over everything I had seen in my memory.
My imagination was on fire.  The chest heaved feverishly, the fire
spread through my veins.  I lay down, like my aunt, on my back, and raised
shirt.  Touching my breasts, I saw that they were somehow swollen
fell, and, looking at my body, I reached a delicate corner and with
I began to explore it with curiosity. I found that the lips of the little one
the shelters swelled up, then I began to look for the place where
Auntie was being swallowed up by the baron's huge thing. But I only found a small
a hole into which even my finger penetrated with difficulty and pain.
I moved this finger up, and an unclear feeling came over me
all.  Then I started repeating fasteraunt's words: "Oh, how good-
sho, ah, so good... I’m enjoying myself, I’m enjoying myself!” Suddenly ka-
some kind of spasm seized me, I was beside myself with bliss... When-
Yes, I woke up, then I took my wet hand away and lay down more comfortably on
bed and fell asleep.
  In the morning I got up fresh and cheerful. It was a lovely morning, I
I walked through the park and remembered yesterday. Wanting to refresh
impressions, I looked into that mysterious pavilion, and with
I was surprised to see a garden chair there that wasn’t there before. Not
without reason I concluded that something was going to happen here, and
therefore, in the evening she took up her post long before her lover appeared.
cov.
  With precautions, they both entered and locked themselves. Bertha said:
“It’s very good that you thought of bringing this chair. My position is
The experience last time was not very pleasant. What are you going to do
bark?"
  The Baron sat down on a chair and, placing his aunt in front of him, raised his
her skirt.  Bertha sat astride his lap and, taking him in her hands
thing, began to slowly inject it into herself, lowering herself as she
as she entered. I was positioned so that I could watch it from behind-
di. Thanks to this, not a single detail could escape my attention.
th glance.
  Soon the huge weapon disappeared completely. Then the aunt raised
legs and, resting them on the crossbar of the chair, began to alternately
rise and fall. Soon sighs, kisses and
incoherent speeches. This timeI no longer limited myself to the role of observer
giver.  I lifted my skirt too, like my aunt, inserted my Mi-
the mi-finger then, matching its movements with her movements, then
slowing down, then speeding up, she reached a passionate paroxysm at the same time
with them...
  The next day I was in my hiding place and saw how the pavilion
Paul came first, followed by his aunt. It seemed to me that her face
covered with a cloud of sadness, nevertheless she rushed into his arms
and began to cover her face with kisses. He tried to achieve his
intention, but the aunt stopped his hand.
  - It’s impossible today, my friend, I assure you... I’m annoyed myself -
vana... but... you know... Let's put it off a little! Oh, what a pity, I'm up to
I regret that I have to miss such a wonderful thing... But
I won't be selfish! Dear Mimi, learn to get by without your girlfriend.
guns...
  Saying this, the aunt quickly unbuttoned the trousers of the man sitting on the chair.
Baron and taking out from there the object of his passion, the instrument of love.
Covering it on top with a handkerchief with a monogram and kneeling down, Aunt
took it with her hand and began to make movements back and forth.
ed...
  Apparently, this gave Paul incredible pleasure:
“Oh, how well you do it, dear. Just don’t rush...
open it well, again... more... Oh! Oh!...
  Bertha, watching her lover's expression, realized that he had
the sweet moment is approaching, and she squeezes her sweetheart tighter in her arms
toy...A little later she hid it in its original place, in
trousers, and a handkerchief, with a slight grimace, into the porcelain toilet.
Then they left the pavilion. I heard Bertha playfully say-
la: “Oh, you disgusting one! Why did you get the pleasure alone, without me-
nya? I am angry with you and will punish you at the first opportunity!”
 After waiting a little, I entered the pavilion excited and exhausted.
Naya. I wanted something. Actually, I have a pretty clear idea
lah, what exactly. I sat down on a chair, lifted my skirt, lifted it on the seat
Nye both legs.  Substituting a finger, I lowered my mother onto it.
lazy slit and began to imitate Bertha’s movements, spreading her legs
as wide as possible and imagining that the desired organ is entering me.
Quite a strong pain stopped me. I redoubled my efforts and my finger
went in almost all the way. Finally, a spasm overtook me, I was out of sleep.
I was shaking with delight and pleasure. My hand and the chair bore traces of my
th bliss.  I hastened to destroy them and returned to the
mok.
  During the day the baron had a conversation with his grandmother and officially asked
her hands from Aunt Bertha. The grandmother agreed and it was decided that
they must go to Paris to prepare for the wedding. Soon
had a wedding.  I really wanted to be present at the first
wedding night, but, unfortunately, there was no observatory here as
in the castle, and all I had to do was satisfy my desires with my own means.
ignited imagination, drawpictures of voluptuousness.

Three days later, the newlyweds left for their honeymoon in Italy.
My life became monotonous and boring again. I didn't find myself
place, constantly dreamed of a wedding, and Paul seemed to me an ideal
spouse. I often visited my pavilion, which gave me an unforgettable
dim impression, and kept the chair there, which became a throne for me
my solitary pleasures. This means of relief has become
me positively necessary, since I was often overcome by self-
my true bliss, my eyes were clouded with fog, in
There was a noise in my ears, my legs gave way beneath me.  Squeezing my legs, I
felt how the part of the body that gives
pleasure and the right to be called a woman. At such moments, neither
no resistance would be possible. I had to give in
desires... I resorted to my finger and after I received satisfaction
pleasure and felt calm throughout my body. I'm completely
I'm sure that if I didn't have fun like this, I would
I got sick, because I was already eighteen years old, and I was in good health.
fight.

 2. LOST DREAMS

My grandmother, afraid to die without finding a home for me, found me
husband Without telling me anything about this, one of our acquaintances introduced
to us Count Henri Hervé de Coeur, a Breton of an ancient family, middle
tall, very elegant youngman, single and with good
ny state. He did not have the courage of Paul, although he had the same
who he was, I liked him at first sight. Regarding
him, then he fell in love with me at first sight. So we
agreed to get married, and the wedding was scheduled in two months
yatsa.
  Aunt Bertha and the Baron came to the wedding. She was still
lovely.  I told Bertha my impressions of the groom, finding
him cold and reserved, although always attentive and kind.
Bertha listened attentively and laughed: “This will change very soon -
Xia!"
  Finally, the day has come. We got married. With a strong feeling
I looked forward to the first night with lament and at the same time fear. Great for me
the theoretically familiar act that I was about to perform inspired
I'm afraid. The long evening finally ended and Bertha took me away
to the bridal room. This was the room in which Bertha slept.  B
there was the same bed on which the aunt indulged in love
divine pleasures. On this bed I was to become a woman
Noah.
  Bertha helped me undress. She sat down on the edge of my bed
to initiate me into a whole series of things that were like her
I thought they were completely unknown to me. She did it with great
tactfully and wishing me presence of mind, she left.
  With a sinking feeling, as if over an abyss, my heart crawled under the
cold blanket and, trembling with expectations and fear of what is nowan hour should happen, I looked at the front door. My husband came in.
He took off his robe, put out the candles and lay down next to me. Lying next to me
he began to kiss and squeeze me in his arms. Touch me
His naked body made me tremble. He pressed himself closer to me
more closely, affectionately persuading me not to be afraid of anything. His right
the knee squeezed between my legs and separated them one from the other -
goy. At first I intuitively resisted. However, soon Henri was already
lay on top of me. I felt the tip of the object with my feet for so long and
highly anticipated by me.
  This first touch produced a spark on me,
fell on a powder keg. All the ardor of my temperament is concentrated
hovered in the attacked place, and I waited almost with pleasure.
Henri, however, very awkwardly got down to business. He couldn't for a long time
find roads.  It hit either too high or sideways, annoying
me to the most extreme extent, but I did not dare to help him and
lay motionless.  But finally I felt that he succeeded
get on the real path.
  I felt a sharp pain and shuddered and moved away as soon as
without screaming.  Confused, Henri begged me to be patient a little and
took his place again. Determined to endure everything, I lay
motionless and even took a more comfortable position for him.
The pain resumed, but I did not succumb to it, and even moved
towards his movement in order to finish quicklywith this... I don't like it
it seemed that Henri was acting too sluggishly, and that the size of the gun
leaves much to be desired. Moreover, Henri did not utter a single
th words, without which, in my opinion, such a
painful operation.
  Finally Henri pulled himself together. He made a very strong movement
tion, to which I responded with a reverse movement of my hips. The pain is so bad
so strong that I screamed, but at the same time I felt that
the obstacle was passed, and he entered me completely. For a while
my husband continued his rhythmic movements, then shuddered a little
once and remained motionless. Then I felt like
Warm liquid rushed into me and slightly reduced the devouring
I'm hot. Henri got off me and, tired, lay down next to me.
  Despite the fervor of my imagination, I did not feel any
pleasure. I was not surprised by this, having been taught by Bertha that the first
this is how it should be. Henri kissed me and wished me peace
night, soon fell asleep. I was truly surprised. It seemed to me that
he will certainly repeat his studies. For my part, I was
tov to them, despite the pain. Nothing like this happened and I
Distressed by this, she fell asleep.
  The next day I woke up late. I was alone. Soon from the
my husband came out of the middle room, he came closer and kissed me on the
forehead, affectionately inquired how I was feeling, but all this was
done with coldness. I'm already readyrush towards him,
stopped.  It seemed to me that he was waiting for me to wake up so that
squeeze me in your arms, talk about love, about happiness...
end, repeat the caresses started the day before. Then I'm passionate
answered him, despite the pain and no suffering prevented
I wish I could take it again.
  My chest was tight with fears for my future life. Alas! It was
not what I expected. My husband left, telling me that he would get dressed,
but, overwhelmed by my emotions, I did not think about it.
  Suddenly my aunt’s cheerful voice rang out. As soon as she entered,
I threw myself on her neck and burst into tears.
  - What's wrong with you, my child? - she said. - Open up to me!
  I was in a difficult situation. What could I tell her? I
I just felt that my husband would not love me as much as
I hoped. I doubted that my husband would quench this fire that...
ry burned my being.
  Little by little, my cheerful character took over, and I smiled at my face.
my aunt's sad joke. I got out of bed and went to the prepared
a bath for me.
  The day passed quietly and calmly. Everyone seemed to be happy for me-
Nya, my husband was helpful and polite to me. He spent early
me into bed and we undressed. Henri began to talk about his loves
you, I answered him the same, but never kissed me for my
explanation, I had to kiss him first. This excites him
lo.  He leaned towards my ear andwhispered: "If you want, we will do
again the same as yesterday? I answered unashamedly and innocently
She twisted her legs and quickly lifted her shirt. He lay down on me
I hugged his neck with my arms and began to eagerly await the coming
of the desired moment. I was shaking with fever and trying to
to allow him to enter.  I wanted to let him in as far as possible. I
I still felt pain, but did not pay any attention to it.
The fire that burned in my veins forced me to endure everything. I
I already felt a harbinger of pleasure, I experienced an irresistible
the greatest desire to speak, I wanted to talk about my experiences
vaniyah...
  At that moment I perfectly understood the meaning of my aunt’s words,
worn in this condition. However, my husband remained silent, withdrawn
into yourself. His silence paralyzed me. Henri continued his movements
marriage, kissed me, but did not fall into unconsciousness,
how I wanted it. I was still happy. It seemed to me
that my being was disappearing... Instinctively, I made a movement...
drama... suddenly I screamed and froze motionless... I almost...
I lost consciousness from bliss. My husband seemed surprised by my
impulse. He continued, and four times I experienced a blissful cry-
zis and continuation of voluptuous work. Finally I felt
la how he shuddered and spilled the nectar of love into me.
  ABOUT! ABOUT! What happiness! We both remained motionless. I was go-
tovato start all over again, but he lay tired, thirsty only
peace. Soon he fell asleep in the sleep of a righteous man. For a long time I could not settle down
no...
  The next morning I woke up alone, I wanted to explore myself,
when I remembered yesterday's scene. I sat down on the bed, wide
spreading her legs and opening her hands with her hands the lips of my refuge and there
brought about big changes: his insides were redder than usual
and the hole was so large that my finger disappeared into it. to me
I really wanted to continue working with my finger, but at this time in
There was a knock in the room and I immediately assumed a flirtatious pose.
  It was Bertha.  She was cheerful and accepted me with a smile.
kiss. Now I was completely a woman. While I was getting dressed, and my
dear aunt chatted with me as with her equal in everything. With great
She asked with interest about everything that had happened. I'm frank
but I told her about everything and really surprised her that I was four
I experienced pleasure twice, although Henri took me only once. Ouch-
Apparently, she was struck by his masculine weakness compared to her husband.
zhem.
  In the afternoon my husband, a passionate lover of hunting, went into the forest to shoot
game, and I was walking with my aunt. The night that followed was different from the previous one.
next: Henri talked to me again about his upcoming departure, about
new apartment and new things, and never once about love, never once
kissed, did not caress, and finally fell asleep. The next morning I
woke up before him. I reallyI wanted to see his thing, which
I only felt it twice. Circumstances are good for me
rejoiced. It was hot, and the husband threw off the blanket... His ru-
the head was raised. I bent down at his feet and saw the whole...
ma pathetic tool that was supposed to be my only
consolation.  Henri made the movement in his sleep. I quickly turned around and
pretended to be asleep, a bitter ball of self-restraint rolled up in her throat.
sobbing.
  He soon woke up and was the first to leave the room, as always.
Of course, I didn’t consider myself completely unhappy; my husband was
he was attentive to me, very kind and did not refuse me anything.
  But this is not the kind of love I was expecting. I expected voluptuous love,
sensual, hot.  My husband's proximity twice a week doesn't bother me.
arranged.  Usually he kissed me on the cheek or forehead, but even my
delicious breasts, fresh, beautiful, did not deserve a kiss.
His hand seemed to avoid the place that made him so welcome
accepted.  I couldn’t touch him with my hands because I knew
la that I will be stopped.
  My husband loved me in his own way and respected me as his wife, future mother
their children. And therefore, in the solitude of conjugal nights, he did not allow
to yourself in relation to me of those captivating liberties that I
I waited with bated breath.
  He was unfamiliar with all sorts of trifles, tenderness and cheerful fun,
all sorts of undertakings and tricks that are dearer to ladies than the salvation of their souls
shi...Enthusiastic tenderness, poetry of more sophisticated caresses, sweet and
free little things remained in my memory from those games, secret
which I witnessed in my grandmother's castle...


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