Bro.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
I’m not sure what compelled me to watch Rosemary’s Baby at 6am yesterday morning, but yeah. That happened.
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