Those whispering words: demanding to be free but they’re caught in my throat. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading... Related Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: Blushing boundariesNext Next post: The Memorialized
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A (wise) man of two faces 
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