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When This Is All Over I'm Going To Found An Association Called 'the Knights Of The Idiotic Table' And Its Purpose Will Be To Arrange An Annual Dinner Where We Tell Stories About Lisbeth Salander. You're All Members.

Mimi Was Massaging Salander's Back And Neck. She Had Been Kneading Intently For 20 Minutes While Salander Mainly Enjoyed Herself And Uttered An Occasional Groan Of Pleasure. A Massage From Mimi Was A Fantastic Experience, And She Felt Like A Kitten Who Just Wanted To Purr And Wave Its Paws Around.

You Walk Around Feeling Like A Teenager And Immortal Your Whole Life, And Suddenly There Isn't Much Time Left.

He Felt That He Had To Find Salander And Hold Her Close. She Would Probably Bite Him If He Tried.

Sometimes They Were Together So Often That It Felt As Though They Really Were A Couple; Sometimes Weeks And Months Would Go By Before They Saw Each Other. But Even As Alcoholics Are Drawn To The State Liquor Store After A Stint On The Wagon, They Always Came Back To Each Other.