JAV HD: Apparently that’s rare because our medical care is of such a high standard, but there are occasional failures
Japanese AV Model. ”
Really? Is that all that’s been left unsaid?
“It might have escaped your notice, Mandy, that men who live alone have to be able to clean and wash and shop and cook and all the rest of it. * * * * * * * *
WHEN IMAGINATION BECOMES TOXIC
Overheated imagination? Was I recalling a film I’d seen or was it a pseudo-memory? Had my mind reconstructed – or woven out of whole cloth - the content and narrative of ‘Jennifer’s tale’ and the segments of Specimen Five’s story that had preceded it, projecting the unacknowledged urges of a solitary male on to what might, for all I could prove, have been a blank canvas, a cold white screen? Had any of my friends and neighbours seen me with Mandy? Were her films real? Did her cinema exist? Did she exist?
These musings didn’t amount to logical catharsis in the style of Descartes: I was confident that I existed and I was certain my flat was real, along with the cul-de-sac in which it stood, the bare maple tree, the woman who stood beneath it, and the e-mails accumulating in my inbox
JAV HD: Apparently that’s rare because our medical care is of such a high standard, but there are occasional failures
Japanese AV Model. ”
Really? Is that all that’s been left unsaid?
“It might have escaped your notice, Mandy, that men who live alone have to be able to clean and wash and shop and cook and all the rest of it. * * * * * * * *
WHEN IMAGINATION BECOMES TOXIC
Overheated imagination? Was I recalling a film I’d seen or was it a pseudo-memory? Had my mind reconstructed – or woven out of whole cloth - the content and narrative of ‘Jennifer’s tale’ and the segments of Specimen Five’s story that had preceded it, projecting the unacknowledged urges of a solitary male on to what might, for all I could prove, have been a blank canvas, a cold white screen? Had any of my friends and neighbours seen me with Mandy? Were her films real? Did her cinema exist? Did she exist?
These musings didn’t amount to logical catharsis in the style of Descartes: I was confident that I existed and I was certain my flat was real, along with the cul-de-sac in which it stood, the bare maple tree, the woman who stood beneath it, and the e-mails accumulating in my inbox
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JAV HD: Apparently that’s rare because our medical care is of such a high standard, but there are occasional failures
Japanese AV Model. ”
Really? Is that all that’s been left unsaid?
“It might have escaped your notice, Mandy, that men who live alone have to be able to clean and wash and shop and cook and all the rest of it. * * * * * * * *
WHEN IMAGINATION BECOMES TOXIC
Overheated imagination? Was I recalling a film I’d seen or was it a pseudo-memory? Had my mind reconstructed – or woven out of whole cloth - the content and narrative of ‘Jennifer’s tale’ and the segments of Specimen Five’s story that had preceded it, projecting the unacknowledged urges of a solitary male on to what might, for all I could prove, have been a blank canvas, a cold white screen? Had any of my friends and neighbours seen me with Mandy? Were her films real? Did her cinema exist? Did she exist?
These musings didn’t amount to logical catharsis in the style of Descartes: I was confident that I existed and I was certain my flat was real, along with the cul-de-sac in which it stood, the bare maple tree, the woman who stood beneath it, and the e-mails accumulating in my inbox
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