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Lilac High Dust
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Sorry guys! Sorry! I was freaking out, OK? No, I don't think this is the same one. I think it had blue eyes or something?
"Uh I was trying to get presentable and stuff. Uh"
I whisper to dogtits "don't stop licking."
I actually don't think she's licking at all. Seriously.
"WELL, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT HERE?
Okay I put on my best accusing voice.
"Listen here, you. I am getting my junk licked," (I seriously don't feel any tongue. She's, like, mumbling something into my crotch), "And I don't appreciate the audience. Also. Did you put a brain in my head? Seriously? If you did, that is totally fucked up. I am accusing you, by the way."
I am so good at this.
"OF COURSE WE DID. HOW ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO STORE YOUR CONSCIOUSNESSES WHILE WE FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX YOUR WORLD'S LITTLE PROBLEM? IT DOESN'T EXACTLY WORK, HOWEVER, SO WE ARE EXPLORING NEW METHODS CURRENTLY. LETS GO STORE YOU SOMEWHERE SAFE, OK?"
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