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“Am that I am… Presence. Never knocked on her vulva, I sought out an opening. She seemed hesitant for but a moment, like a demon she let me in. See, I was to her stranger than the fiction, a scene she played out redundantly. She already conceived of me, somehow I was already there. If I’m not in your mind, then I fell short of penetrating your sphere. Efforts would be impotent strikes at barriers made up of emotions. You see circle jerks mutilate in real absence, mortars in my presence. Am I him or just here in your conscience? I held in conversing, she held her breath and held back from climax. I left the same way I came in. Streamlining my ship, I docked within her conscious ocean… wet dreaming. Am that I am… Presence.”

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