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My angry ghosts saluted his, waving from the shadows. His waved back before his eyes returned to calm, mask restored.
Sore titties make wet pussies.
“But you can’t save other people, no matter how much you want to. People will always walk their own path, dance with their own demons.”
Maybe white knights did turn up to slap your clitoris, after all? Maybe that’s what true love is all about? I hoped so.
