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57 The Story of O as Told by E for Paul Harris 1 Ever enter her eyes, Stephen? 2 Ever seen her bed sheeted, ever seen her leg wrecked where she squeezes the Lethe-needles? 3 Ever feed her? Ever yelled her pet letters? 4 Ever get fermented, bent, metered? Ever been deemed? Redeemed? See, she never tells me, Stephen, yet she seems demented, ethered. She’s egret-ended, eel-edged. Let her be herself. 5 Let me be selfless: she needs gems. She needs eggs. She needs cheese. Jeez, Steve, she needs her deed reneged here! 6 Bet she’ll feel keen when they free her. 7 Bet she’ll even bleed new femme emblems. ...

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