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Lourette was crying out in pleasure now, not bothering to keep his show of pleasure down a bit. He was loving this. It felt so nice, so warm.
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"Your eyes kinda remind me of something. It's a look I've seen before, like the half open eyes of a head that's been chopped off. Still a little moist and you can't quite tell where they're lookin'. So I've gotta wonder, are you alive or dead?"
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