Sade in my bed chamber for a decade. The problem
with cruelty is that there are so many rules. We made fine partners and loved the same men. Sade would argue that he had to. People said things. It was all Juliette finally convincing Justine to stop using God as a weapon. Ancestral intervention. A daughter seals the hole she entered through. Puts sick in it first; poisons the well there. Sade snored and farted like a beast. Contributed to suicides and leaps into madness.
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