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There Is A Close Relationship Between Flowers And Convicts.

It's The Hour When Night Breaks Away From The Day, My Dove, Let Me Go.

There Is A Close Relationship Between Flowers And Convicts. The Fragility And Delicacy Of The Former Are Of The Same Nature As The Brutal Insensitivity Of The Latter.

She Was Happy, And Perfectly In Line With The Tradition Of Those Women They Used To Call "ruined," "fallen," Feckless, Bitches In Heat, Ravished Dolls, Sweet Sluts, Instant Princesses, Hot Numbers, Great Lays, Succulent Morsels, Everybody's Darlings . . .

First Of All, Don't Mix Your Hairpins Up With Mine! You .... Oh! All Right, Mix Your Muck With Mine. Mix It! Mix Your Rags With My Tatters! Mix It All Up.