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His prominent brows were arched above jet-black eyes, and his face showed
nothing. He scanned the room and picked a target. His hazel eyes slowly roamed her body, assessing her to be a fine mount. He approached her from the side and
whispered softly in her ear-
"I hate you. You are lazy. Why don't you go make me a cheese sandwich?" To which she then replied,
I have my own, so put yours away and get ready to see something that only
pregnant mermaids and angelic tree nymphs have ever witnessed.
