• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 12

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I am not a cheap copy of one of Picasso's woman.
I am half-sphinx and half-Egyptian goddess,
my perfect breasts and paws always out of place.
The only man I loved was Oedipus. I killed myself
for him. He became a king and married his mother.
What a waste of a life! He would have been happy
with me.
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