08/05/2026 22:22

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So terribly strong as he forced us back to the floor. The clothes were hard, because I was still covered in goop. Since Marcus had died, we were really short on doctors. But I wanted my own bed tonight.

I want the white picket fence, Anita, and I know you don't. Malcolm was behind us. I knew I was still giving energy to Damian, small bits of the pleasure, but I was back to gazing up at Requiem. He held his hand out to me, would have touched me, but I moved back, just out of reach.