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I find myself remembering with fondness the girl I trained so many years ago, parted from me by the intrusion of real life. Is there another? Prepared to obey in joy or in shame; capable of letting shame turn to joy. Yearning to fall into a love profoundly unequal and subordinate all to keep the love of her master.
It is a profound relationship. We will write for a long while. Sometime after you have come to crave my letters I will set a meeting.
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