All she had were the words without the substance of memory.
Founded in 1977 at Columbia University's School of the Arts
All she had were the words without the substance of memory.
A younger version of herself might have gifted her body to him, for a night. But it is herself she is returning to, and she is greedy for it, so she will not share.
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