I'm a real girl. I really love sex. Want to meet me? Maybe you want to fuuuck me ...?
said Filby, an argumentative person with red hair.
have a real existence.'
Filby became pensive. `Clearly,' the Time Traveller proceeded,
dimensions, three which we call the three planes of Space, and a
because it happens that our consciousness moves intermittently in
relight his cigar over the lamp; `that . . . very clear indeed.'
THE THREE DIMENSIONS OF SPACE EXCEPT THAT OUR CONSCIOUSNESS MOVES
is spoken of as having three dimensions, which one may call
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