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Oh, no matter what else? It... is not I. Or... things would be different.
Just... a thought.
Another type of woman, as well? I... almost wonder.
Patterns. All new, mostly, nearly. Very different. A breeze, without air movement.
Perfume, and warm thoughts. So very strange. I don't feel alone, but in the right way.
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