Did you ever hear the one about how every living woman dies three times? Once when she is seduced of her virginity, once — James Jones
Did you ever hear the one about how every living woman dies three times? Once when she is seduced of her virginity, once — James Jones
Did you ever hear the one about how every living woman dies three times? Once when she is seduced of her virginity, once — James Jones
Did you ever hear the one about how every living woman dies three times? Once when she is seduced of her virginity, once — James Jones
Did you ever hear the one about how every living woman dies three times? Once when she is seduced of her virginity, once — James Jones
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Did you ever hear the one about how every living woman dies three times? Once when she is seduced of her virginity, once when she is seduced of her freedom (I believe they call it marriage), and once when she is seduced of her husband.

— James Jones
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