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“A secret behind what most people call passion is the remnants of childhood suffering, finding a vulnerable spot to blast through, channeling all their energy. True calling takes time, often emerging from the personal evolution of multiple lives.”

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“Du marché, j’ai rapporté un céleri-rave. J’aime beaucoup ces drôles de petites choses plissées à l’âme plus underground que leur cousin vert. Cependant, ce céleri-rave-ci, je vais avoir du mal à le manger. Trop humain, quasi mandragorien. Sa petite bouille me regarde à travers le sac et je craque. Je sais que l’accompagnement de mon repas est fichu lorsque j’entreprends de lui chercher un nom. Arthur ? Ça me rappelle mon vieil oncle édenté qui tirait sur sa pipe. Il est vrai que mon tubercule lui ressemble un peu, mais j’ai comme une pudeur… Olivier (j’ai déjà décidé que mon céleri-rave est un garçon) en l’honneur du célèbre comédien avec qui il a en commun la grimace gobeline ? La référence est trop évidente, et puis c’est de mauvais goût de donner à une plante le nom d’une autre. J’opte finalement pour le nom composé Charles-Armand, dont je goûte la subtile allusion non appuyée. Après souper, je lui créerai peut-être un profil sur les réseaux sociaux.”

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“In a difficult year, trees may increase their mass by less than one gram! During this time, the tree devotes its limited resources to maintaining the status quo. Like an eternal optimist, the tree concentrates on keeping itself alive until such time that conditions improve.”

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“Somewhere along the way, I discovered that in the physical act of cooking, especially something complex or plain old hard to handle, dwelled unsuspected reservoirs of arousal both gastronomic and sexual. If you are not one of us, the culinarily depraved, there is no way to explain what's so darkly enticing about eviscerating beef marrowbones, chopping up lobster, baking a three-layer pecan cake, and doing it for someone else, offering someone hard-won gustatory delights in order to win pleasures of another sort. Everyone knows there are foods that are sexy to eat. What they don't talk about so much is foods that are sexy to make. But I'll take a wrestling bout with recalcitrant brioche dough over being fed a perfect strawberry any day, foreplay-wise.”

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“Now there's a place I didn't cover. Maybe I should." "Maybe you should---oh!" She gasped and bucked as I leaned down and lapped at her breast, flicking her nipple. God, she tasted good, sweet woman and creamy lemon. I sucked her deep into my mouth, loving the way she groaned and writhed. Not letting go, I pulled back, tugging at her breast until her nipple freed with a decadent pop. Then moved on to her other breast, taking my time, nuzzling and licking until my lips were covered in cream, and she begged and whimpered for more. A dollop of lemony confection slid down the plump curve of her pretty tit, and I chased it with my tongue, slurping it up, licking her nipple once more because I could. And then I did it again. Her arm wound around my neck, urging me farther down. "Get messy with me, Lucian." She was beautiful, flushed and fevered with her need. "Yes, ma'am." I eased over her, my dick finding her waiting sex, and pushed into that perfect spot. We both groaned, our bodies sliding on slick buttercream. My mouth found hers, and she devoured me, her thighs clasping my hips, body working with mine. I thrust deep and steady, reveling in the feel of her. It felt so good my body flared hot and cold and hot again. "I fucking love fucking you.”

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