But still, there was no sign of Eurydice. Five thousand to be exact. XXX Hot Go ahead, get your powertrip, hit the negative button, and feel good about yourself. He didn’t even enjoy playing his flute anymore, but he still had to, for the money it earned him. And the visual porn had become kind of boring, and not graphic, or violent enough. A slow song, with notes that seemed to last forever, song which told in a way words cannot, the tragic nature of love itself. He read one story about a little girl that sounded like it could have been written by Eurydice herself! How he used to pick her up in the air and slam her against walls when they were fighting and yelling at each other and accusing one another of being narcissistic and then all of a sudden
