"Look into those eyes – such innocence. Nineteen years old and still untouched, unlike you, Irene - an old pervert hag. Hand the sweetie her apples; it's past her bedtime. Might I take just one to taste? They look delicious. ... Forgive us, dear. It was merely a bad dream."
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