And a thousand angels will dance on the head of the ring through my clit.
lets imagine the following scenario that happened in the past.
You are a lady her highness Ms. Nighgale, and we are living in a Victorian era.
Outside you watch the carriages pass by with horses tirelessly dragging the passengers all over the city. As you think of the day to come you remember how sad it would be to spend the time alone in a dark house with no candles left. After all there is no electricity yet. So you run to the store to get some candles and on the way there see a young paper boy screaming "Daily News! Daily News! Men on the Moon! Robots in Space!"
You glance at the boy and think that it would be a cold night in hell before anything like this happens, not realizing that in two centuries in future men will be on the moon and robots will be in space.
And when you do get back home with candles, you dream of candles that would burn forever without wax running out. "What foolish thoughts", you think...not realizing that soon the whole city would be lighted by light bulbs.
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