Sans Heist Leaving: Lessons
A Tiny Child Chapter 6
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You think you understand, but you do not. Not like I'm imploring on something influenced by my own emotions (I am), but your pathetic, even my pathetic mind cannot fathom what is going to be said. This tube or circuit displaying what you crave is nothing. Never will you experience your own fetish. You are always going to be like this, objectifying females and wishing that maybe reality could unfold, the impossible made real. There is nothing. Your wants cannot be fulfilled by the universe we live in. Reading these stories will never be enough. Eventually you will bump into me, and I will tell you the truth over and over again.

An assortment of circuitry causing electrical reactions will not please you. You are alone. Out in the realm of true, vanilla sexual interaction that is nothing but uninterupted, sweaty, filthy coitus you are lost. I'm sorry to deliver this bad news. Not even I am here for you. Even Allura, or Dressing, or Anna cannot be there for you in the lonely nights. Maybe you can admire the stars, which look best at 3 a.m.
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May 12, 2023
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