A town called Foster. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. That could signify nothing except that the doctor had a friend down there somewhere, on an island in one of those archipelagoes. A few random students gawked at them in the hall.
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