Oh my, what kind of bizarre favour was I granted here? To have a boy fantasizing that much about me must revert to my record of unsought twisted pleasures, I guess.
As your dwelling suddenly gains its liveliness out of nowhere, am I not allowed to gratify my curiosity? And I must presume there is no bot here, unless you are unsightly implying yourself.
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{ /single crystalline tear }
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Come now, such things are unsightly on a maiden's face. Especially one as full of life as yours.
This stage of disillusionment is one we all have to go through.
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