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[spookhead]

it's something about the way his voice sounds you know? she was gentaly playing with a balloon this time. I did know his voice. The way the first one had moved, it was pure sex. The way this one spoke though, I knew it grabbed her somewhere deep inside. how many times a day do you miss him? she asked. as many as there are stars in the sky. i smiled. that's a silly thing to say. she laughed.

first update from the apartment. i've concluded it is not just the house that makes me sexually charged, but just me. me exsisting.