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Pink botches fading on her neck. There's no protection needed, the only movement is microscopic. And the violating seed, the life it represented is life without need because it’s life without ness, which is total absence indeed. If you had seen what see had seen last, thru the steam of her last gasp with the semen draining from her ass, she saw the studded finger in the grass. The clutch relented, let go, curled around the lace of his boot and his steel toe, his fist twisting a finger, taking whatever that symbol was that she finally knew meant forever.
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