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M’Coy valise. My wife and your wife. Squealing cat. Like tearing silk. Tongue when she talks like the clapper of a bellows. They can’t manage men’s intervals. Gap in their voices too. Fill me. I’m warm, dark, open. Molly in _quis est homo_: Mercadante. My ear against the wall to hear. Want a woman who can deliver the goods.