[ By chortles, a deliberately obnoxious hee-hee-hee, and kisses any remaining moisture away from the corner of his eye. Thank the Maker. Thank the Maker he's still happy, that he doesn't regret it, that there's no doubt or shame. ]
No wonder we both turned into such delicious perverts. It was fate.
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No wonder we both turned into such delicious perverts. It was fate.