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My Little Raspberry

If you hadn’t been out this day, it could easily trick your mind and say the time was less than it actually was. There was this scent that filled the vaguely illuminated room that couldn’t be described as something bad; you could just know that there was something going on in the room, something in progress. No, it was nothing particularly kinky in any form, maybe a little sexual for a slight per cent of the population on this godforsaken planet.

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