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Text reads: “Don’t forget to give a little love to beings which nobody loves”
[AN: Sorry about the brief one. I can’t brain today]
It was perfect love. But, physically speaking, they never went further than hugs and kisses.
Temptrotica never stopped being amazed at the feeling of it. Love. It was new and amazing and almost overwhelming. And every time she tried to explain it to Mythologics Anonymous, she got the same thing.
“You’re a succubus! You get people loving you every day.”
It was hard, indeed, to explain the difference between making love… and receiving it.
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