> dennis could be in here he thought. > i've never once clicked on an archive link in my life. > denis could be ready to harvest my ip at any moment. > the cool breeze felt good against his cheetoh and dorito dust encrusted chest hair, assuaging the sore feeling coming from the no. 8 dilator. > "i fucking hate dennis" he thought. > "man, i feel like a woman" reverberated through his sony headset, making it pulsate even as the weapons grade estrogen and ssri's circulated through his clogged arteries and washed away his (merited) fear of dennis harvesting his ip. > with a fur tranny backing my play on discord, i can type anything i want.
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