there was a voyeuristic humour in it that stretched like 1875 ectoplasm through the transatlantic wainscots and almost made him jump though it was certain that it in its gathering impulse
knew it not nor how it span it being the closest it had recently been to sexual delight such that all else was subsumed there in that earnestness and that scenting of conflicted pheromone hunger
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