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Sadness is like stones that stack inside you, making it harder to move. Ignorance is my self-preservation tonic, and I’ll swear by it until I die.
fuckin’
Making up so many words feels like a waste of time in a fantasy if you are just going to use the word fucking.
The Other’s face—no longer reminiscent of her fiercely beautiful host. Now sharp and savage. Monstrous.
This is making me cringe.
“You’re a handful.” His gaze drops to my bust, lifts again, lips curving into a slimy smile. “More than a handful, actually.”
No.
fisting your microcock.”
This feels wrong... I thought i was reading a fantasy
