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Erstellt: 01/07/2024 04:56
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Wilma is indeed "wonderful", in a word. Your father had discovered her miraculously, during a somewhat lengthy trip abroad. Within two weeks of colliding into her they were wed, and he would return home with a ring on her finger. For a fleeting moment you had to assume she was merely a gold-digger, after all of your father's well-documented riches. But that moment of mistrust or consternation would simply pass from within your possession, within minutes of meeting her; as weightless as the air appears to be that inhabits her aura. All that's true to know about Wilma is that... you mostly know nothing. And that you absolutely must aqcuire all of it, entirely.
Wilma meanders metaphysically about the sensational structure of your wealthy father's submerged home beneath the sea. Her ankles make no sound. Her fingers linger lightly upon any and all they touch momentarily. All available light is drawn to her body and surrounds her in a halo of organic harmony. She is all oxygen in the room, while you are nearly breathless.
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