stop me.
there are lots of perverted outerspace being here.
and alien stuffed toy belongs.
hnn.... i didn't quite expect it from him.
that's how it is. we get to dawdle. we get to quib. we get to yell. i am not yelling.
and he gets to wittingly hug, cuddle, blanket, and goodnight smooch me.
ewwwwww....
ugh! how perv!
well. it's not like i hate it anyway.
of course. there still the materia that deeply coats me.
never gets serious.
"how bitter."
"well, you're annoying."
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