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an immortal femme fatale to entice him to his fate and be kissed with her breath with hypnotic words and music of death, entombed within her charms, his nemesis trapped within her arms for eternity, when suddenly the door opened and in walked
Jones, long, tall Jones, defender of the weak, upbraider of the powerful, able to
 
tango tempetuously with the firey femme fatale, fleet-footededly floating freely above the dance floor in a delightfully dangerous demonstration of
cum dancing; white and gliding acrobatically across the floor to music just like a sperm that
 
flawed, fatally and finally, flattened face-down, drowning in the dregs of a downpour dribbling down a drainage ditch directly towards
 
endless endogamic edentulents endogenous to Eden's endpoint and engendering energetic engineering in the dark domain of
 
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