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I have been in her care for so many years that I have lost count. She is beautiful, she is demure, she is timeless.
She is everything a woman of the classic world should be.
And I love her.
We all do, in fact. All of us who serve her. We all love her with an unbridled passion that could simply break the universe barriers if it were allowed and capable. Physics and mere scientific law could never break the spell we are under with this gorgeous leader.
Her mind is sharp.
Her face is perfectly contoured and shaped.
Her breath is that of rose petals.
Her voice, ah, her voice. She can talk the devil himself up from hell and make him turn his ways to God if she wanted to.
She is beautiful, intelligent.
She is deadly. And she is ours forever.
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