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Poetry and Prophecy

Her saunter propelled the beta male in me to new depths of depravity. I was not the only one engrossed enough to pledge my undying affection, as I looked around I noticed the whole room was hers. Like the shy, pudgy boy I vowed I would never again be; the best I could offer was milk with her oatmeal.

Story: Poetry and Prophecy

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