I sing. “I think you like me.” I add a little dance in there too. “You really like me.” “I don’t like you so much right now,” he mutters. “It was the crying, wasn’t it? You have, like, a tear fetish, and the tears of your partners really gets you off.” “Nailed it,” he says dryly.
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