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Look, I Know it Was Wrong But... What I did was wrong. I know that. You don't
have to judge me, I take responsibility for my actions. I am not going try to
make excuses. I simply want to explain how it happened. I want you to understand
that it was an accident. It was an honest mistake. I did not realize what my
sister was doing to me until it was too late. I've had some time to sort through
the events of the past year, and there are so many things I would do differently
if I could. To be honest though, there are some things I would never change.
Some aspects that a part of me really enjoyed. I'd do it again. My parents split
up about 4 years ago when I was 16. My little sister was almost 15. Times were
pretty tough. Mom had to work two jobs to make ends meet. When she was home
pretty much all she did was sleep. My sister Susan and I cleaned the house,
cooked the meals and took care of ourselves. We were always close, but after the
divorce we became even closer. Susan was a sweet kid. She needed lots of
affection, and my father's virtual abandonment hurt her deeply. Combine that
with my mother's harried work schedule, and I was really the only one who paid
attention to her, who listened to her stories, praised her accomplishments etc.
I guess that's how it happened the first time. I was watching TV when she came
in the room and gave a loud sigh. "What's wrong squirt?" "Nothing re-al-
ly...it's just, well I miss dad."
"I'm sorry honey but you know he's not coming back. Look I know he's our father
but he cheated on mom, and cut us out of his life. Who needs him?" "I know, but
sometimes I miss him. The way I could sit in his lap and watch TV, and snuggle
up. I felt so safe when he held me and told me that he loved me. It just hurts
that I'll never have that again."
She looked so sad, so starved for attention that I wanted to help. Maybe it was
because I was sitting in my father's chair. I had a visual of my sister sleeping
in his lap, the way she had 100 times before.
"C'mere squirt, you can watch TV with me." She seemed surprised at first, but
then she giggled, and a smile lit up her pretty face. Susan quickly scrambled
into my lap. I let the recliner out and soon she was pressed against the length
of my body. I was super sensitive, and remember feeling every curve, every
delicious warm, sweet smelling bit of my sister. I wrapped my arms around her as
she rested her head on my chest. She gave a contented little sigh and her voice
choked a little when she said, Thanks Jaz, I love you." I don't know how long I
held her that night. It started out innocently enough. I was just holding my
little sister. I did not plan anything sexual. It is important to me that you
understand it. I would never want my sister to think I took advantage of her
that night. As we lay in that chair, wrapped in each other's warmth she fell
asleep. Somehow her warm crotch shifted, and was covering mine. It felt so hot,
I could feel it pulse and throb. I could barely breathe. I was so nervous. I
looked at her, mouth open, sexy little drool making a wet spot on my shirt, and
I HAD to have more. It was like it was another person's hand that began
squeezing her breasts. First one then the other. I played with them for a long
time. I took my finger and slowly traced/spelled my name across her body, "J--A--
Z". First her tits, then on her thighs and crotch.
Finally I was too horny to stop myself. I rolled Susan on my lap. Her face was
on my chest, my dick was pressed in her groin (through our clothes) and my hands
were on that sweet assmeat. I gripped her hard and held her tight. I lifted her
in the air on my cock, thrusting, grinding into and felt her damp, warm crotch
envelop me. I did not mean to cum, but suddenly I was squirting and jerking into
my shorts as I played with Susan's juicy butt.
I know it was wrong, really I do but...well shit, she does not even know it
happened, and we did have our clothes on so it really does not count. It was
more than just masturbation that cheapens it. When I look back, it had been a
long time since I had felt safe, and secure. I don't know how to say this and
not sound weird but, when a woman says she loves you, when she is pressed
against you, her warm body is wrapped around you, well it does something. You
really can't control it. A paternal, protective impulse grew inside of me. After
that first night, our relationship changed. I was the one she came to for
comfort, for affection, for warmth. Like any father or husband, I wanted to take
care of my woman. Susan was so glad to have an outlet for her loving side she
did not restrict herself to the occasional chair-snuggle. When came home she
would usually meet me at the door. At first it was just to say hi, and to ask me
about my day. Then one afternoon she gave me an awkward, impulsive hug. I wanted
her to be comfortable so I wrapped her in my arms and held her close for a few
seconds. She felt so good, she fit me so snug. Then I kissed the top of her head
and smiled at her. "Thanks squirt, you always give the best hugs." After that I
got a big hug and snuggle as I came home every day. I have to be honest, it felt
good. Knowing at the end of the day, Susan would be waiting for me. That I could
hold her, and talk to her--felt right.
Some days I'd take her right to the chair and pull her down in my lap. I'd ask
her about her day while hugging her, holding her, feeling her breathe. She was a
lonely kid, and she poured her soul out to me. I enjoyed feeling her. I think
she just got used to my cock pressing into her. It felt natural, to both of us.
If my hands rested on the sides of her breast, or if her ass was on top of my
hand--so what, neither one of us ever mentioned it. It was fun to pick her up
and carry her around the house. Sometimes we wrestled, and I'd pin her. Other
times I let her pin me. We were intimidate. My sister was my confidant, I
enjoyed touching her body, interacting with her mind. The kissing was a little
different. At first it was a peck on the cheek. But then slowly I changed it
into a little more. As a joke one day I turned my head at the last second so she
kissed me on the mouth. "Mmm, Squirt, you taste good." My arms were wrapped
around her and I held her tight for a minute. We both laughed a little, and she
blushed. I was always complimenting her. I often told her how pretty she was, or
if an outfit made her look attractive. Kissing was no different. Soon I made it
part of our routine. One of us would pretend to aim for the cheek and the other
would move their head to turn it into a quick lip kiss. We weren't making out,
it usually only lasted about 5 seconds...but it was a boundary most siblings
don't have the courage to cross.
Let's review: I'd hold her, and hug her. She'd sit in my lap, press her breasts
into me, say she loved me. Then we'd kiss and snuggle for hours at a time. While
my hands rested on her tits and ass, and she pressed her cunt, mashed it into my
cock. You tell me, how could I have helped it? I don't know exactly how or when
it happed, but over time I began to spend more and more time with her. My little
sister was my best friend, and in my mind more. I've always enjoyed working out.
I pretty much have to. I'm 6' 4" and big boned. If I stay in shape I look pretty
good. If I goof off, and get lazy I balloon up. It's about a 15 lb swing but
it's all in my gut, butt and cheeks. With beach season coming up I hit the
weights, and began jogging. Susan was tall for a girl at 5ft 10 in but well
proportioned. At 15, guys her age were usually too short for her. I think they
were intimidated. Add in the fact that she was a good student, and more than a
little naive, and sweet (goody goody), she was not very popular as a freshman in
High School. She was determined not to give them anything else to pick on. So
when I started working out seriously, she asked if she could join me. We ran 5
miles, 3 days a week. Then alternated with free weights, and aerobics. Seeing my
sister in shorts and a tank top, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce as she
ran beside me was hard enough. But when she was soaked and sweaty, exhausted but
with an endorphin enhanced smile--it looked like she had just had sex, and since
she was working out with me, since I helped cause her state, it was kind of
strange. Remember these realizations did not happen overnight. I just knew I
thought she was sexy when she sweated, or ran, or stretched out. One day after a
long work out she cramped up. Susan was in a lot of pain in her lower back and
thighs. "Rub it out honey, you've got to massage it out, I instructed her. "I
can't reach it, it hurts Jaz help me!" I did not think, as I laid her out flat
on the basement floor where we worked out. I straddled her hips and began a slow
deep massage. My hands pulled on her flesh and she groaned from pain and
pleasure. I worked my way down her thighs and squeezed them long, and hard and
slow. I rubbed her upper thighs for a good 5 minutes. She was moaning and
groaning, slick with sweat, and I was straddling the hump of her beautiful ass.
I felt myself get hard. My cock was nestled into her and it kept twitching as
she writhed around under my massage. If she did not stop soon, I was going to
cum. "How does that feel squirt...good, now run upstairs and soak in the tub for
a bit, and I'll make us some cold drinks." I helped her up and prayed my baggy
shorts would help hide my erection. "Thanks Jaz what would I do without you,"
she said as she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. About 10 minutes later I had
some fruit slushies in hand, as I knocked on the bathroom door. "Come on in, I'm
parched, but I'm not ready to get out yet." I opened the door and was in for a
surprise, Susan was in the tub completely naked.
I expected a bubble bath, or that she would be covered up somehow. She must have
thought I would lay it on the counter where she could reach it after I was gone.
It was an honest mistake, after all she did invite me in. I could see her
breasts, her delicious brown nipples. I wanted to suck them right then. I
glanced through the clear water and got rock fucking hard instantly as I looked
at her wet pussy. I knew it was wrong, taboo, forbidden but I wanted to fuck
Susan right then. I wanted to pull her wet, sexy body out, spread her open, bend
her over, and fuck my little sister till she screamed my name, till she came
like a nasty little slut in heat. I'm not particularly PROUD of it, but that is
how I felt. It took her a few minutes to realize that I was standing there. She
had her eyes closed and said "Thanks Jaz just lay my drink down on the side of
the....JAZ! OH MY GOD!"
"Susan, I'm sorry I did not know, I'm so sorry!"
She tried to cover up, and I know I should have turned away-but I could not.
Seeing her excited and wet, her breasts heaving, her thighs gliding together, I
had to look. I could not help but to stare. "John get out of here, I'm naked!
Please leave, I'm naked!" She scrambled out of the tub and was blushing, She
grabbed her bathrobe off the hook and ran to her room. I followed. "Susan, open
up, it's me. Let me in." She was crying. The poor kid was really upset. I did
not wait for an answer and walked in. "Susan you are my sister, it's ok. Don't
cry baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's no big deal," I said in a
soothing tone as she cried into her pillow. "That's easy for you to say." Ok I'd
prove it to her. Just to make her feel better I quickly stripped. After all
"what's good for the goose..." "Susan stop crying, look at me." "(Gasp),
Jaz...you're naked!" At first I was so glad she had stopped crying that I did
not mind her staring. Soon though I became self- conscious. After all she had
gotten a much longer look at me than I got at her. She was just laying there
wrapped in her bathrobe staring at me. Well, at my cock. I could not help it. I
started getting hard again. It was not fair. Let's review. I had been horny ever
since our run.
Seeing Susan bouncy and sweaty always did that to me. Then I had pressed my cock
into her ass, while giving her a massage. Next I see her naked for the first
time. The tits I had imagined only in my dreams were beautiful, clearly they
were made to be sucked. Seeing them wet from the tub, seeing her sweet, plump
ass when she stood up, seeing those tender pussy lips peeking out at me as if to
say "Hi!" it was just. Too. Much. Now I was naked, on display, and she was
clearly enjoying herself. I decided to go for it. "Susan, take that robe off if
you are going to stare at me, I get to have a good look at your body. I want to
see you again." "Wh...no way, absolutely NOT. John!" Maybe it was because I had
sort of replaced dad in her mind, but when I roared, "Get that robe off right
NOW!" her hands were shaking and she was trembling, and I expected her to obey
me. It made me a little angry when she disrespected me. Still I think I
surprised us both when I grabbed the robe and tore it off of her. She was naked.
She was so naked. I pushed her down on the bed and stared at my little sister's
body. She was too scared to move, and I fell in love with her right then.
"That's a good girl. I'm not going to hurt you but I need to see you. I'm just
going to take a look. Susan, you are so beautiful." Her brown eyes were staring
back at me, tears dripping down her face, onto her neck and tits. They made her
nipples wet, and salty, and tasty. How could I possibly resist? I crawled on top
of Susan and began to lick and sniff and kiss her nipples gently. She was crying
in shame and fear, and probably a little lust. "Hold still baby, let me have
them, Oh , oh god Susan you taste so fucking good," I said between sucks and
licks, and long slow sniffs. I really enjoyed playing with Susan's tits, they
were puffy medium sized nips. Just a fat handful. She is so warm and soft, I
enjoyed rolling, and mashing her. If I squeezed them just right, a quick pinch
and a twist she would let out this lady-like little "(gasp) Oh!" At first I was
gentle but soon I was squeezing one hard while I nibbled and sucked her other
one. Susan was sweating and shaking now. I have to admit I loved the control I
felt. Playing with her breasts was a lot of fun, but I wanted more. "C'mere baby
sit up, we need to talk." She sat up slowly and had the nerve to try and be
modest, to deny me my right to see her! Was my own sister trying to tease me? As
we sat on the side of her bed I realized it was time we be honest with each
other. "Susan, honey do you know why I did what I did, do you understand?" "John
it's ok, I know, it was a mistake, just an accident, I forgive you. I still love
you, she said while hiding her tits and cunt from me. "I'm glad to hear that you
understand, that you still love me. But sweetie, I'm sorry it's not over yet. I
still need something from you. Will you help me?" "Wh, wdaya mean it's not over,
John, it HAS to be over. This can never happen again, I'm your sister. I love
you but not like that. What do you need my help with?" she asked in rapid fire.
"Susan, I don't know how it happed, I'm sorry but I fell in love with you. Not
just as a brother, as a man. I, I need you baby. I need to touch you and hug
you, to know that you love me too, just a little bit. Susan, can I have a hug,
can we snuggle up like we used to, please?" You have to understand what a sweet
kid Susan is. She could not bear to deny my need for her affection. She
remembered how many times she had come to me, and held me tight. "Um, ok...let
me put my robe and some panties on...uh, maybe you should get dressed and we'll
go downstairs..." As soon as she stood up and reached for the robe I pulled her
down in my lap. My cock was pressed tight against her. "John no, let me go!" she
squealed as she struggled as I wrapped my arms around her. "Shh baby, hold
still, I won't do anything I just need you," I said as I cupped her breasts and
stroked her softly. I think she realized that all her wiggling and gyrating only
excited me more. Soon she settled down and finally relaxed a little. After all I
was just giving her a massage. A long slow, tit massage. Susan's breathing
picked up. I could smell her now. Her pussy was juicing up. I wanted to fuck her
so bad, but I knew I had to go slow. I had to lie. "Susan, can I ask you a
favor. You've been out on dates right? Ok, uh, well, um, I'm still a virgin, and
have never had a real kiss from a girl. I always wanted my first kiss to be with
someone I love. Will you teach me how to kiss? Just a little bit. Nothing really
extreme, just so I can get the idea," I said as I rolled her pump, hard little
nipples. "John I don't think that's a good idea, we shouldn't. It's wrong, what
if somebody found out..." I stood us both up and kissed her slowly. At first she
did not respond but then, she opened r mouth a little and let me in. "Wait, mmm,
John, ssss, ok, that's enough. Let me go now." My cock was jammed into her soft
belly, as I mashed her against me. The kiss went on and on. My sister fit me
good. I needed more. I did not say a word as I forced her back down on the bed,
and covered her. I think she believed I was going to kiss her nipples again. She
was right. I French-kissed her for a while, and hen slowly moved south, licking
and kissing, sucking and nibbling her neck, her breasts, her belly button. "Open
your legs Susan, I want to taste your pussy. You smell so good, I have to." This
was where she drew the line, her pussy was off limits to me. She realized if she
gave in here, I would never stop. "Absolutely not, John. I won't let you do
this. It is wrong. It is incest, this is RAPE! John if you do this you will be
RAPING me." I have to admit that bothered me, a lot. I did not want to rape my
baby sister, I just wanted to make love to her, to make us both feel good. Rape
is wrong. It is a sick evil thing. That's not the kind of person I am. "I'm so
sorry baby, I'm so sorry. I love you. Oh my god, I don't want to rape you.
Please don't make me rape you, don't make me be a rapist. I don't know what to
do. I can't help it. I need you, you're my woman now. I have to be inside you
now. Let me be your lover, make me be your man. Susan, don't force me to be your
rapist, I don't think either of us would ever be the same. Help me to love you,
please baby, I will be so gentle, so good to you. If I hurt you I'll stop.
But as sick as it sounds, as wrong as it is...I own you. You are my woman, my
property. I have the right to fuck you senseless, and I am going to do it. But
first I want you nice and wet. I'm going to eat your pussy till you cum all over
me, and then I am going to put my cock inside of you and fuck your cunt. Hard,
and slow. Then I'll rest, and I'll fuck you, and suck you again and again, and
again." I could feel my blood pounding in my ears, I felt hot, and salty. I
remember swallowing a lot as I pushed Susan down. She was crying softly as I
spread her legs but she did not say a word. "Wider baby, scooch up and rub your
snatch on my face. Mmm, good baby, you taste soo sweet. Harder Susan, grind that
juicy cunt, make me lick you good. Cum for me, cum all over me, I want to drink
my sister dry. Does that mmm, does that feel good, hmmm. Ooh look there is your
baby clitty. Oooh it's so hard. Your brother is I'm gonna play with it for a
while. Do you like that Susan?" I asked as I cupped her sweet, round ass and
lifted her dripping fresh pussy to my face. She did, she liked it a lot. "Oh
god, oh my gaaawd, what are you doing, please stop, what are you doing to me? I
don't understand, John help me, it burns, it hurts, it feel sooo goood, why, oh
shit, oh shit, oh shitty shi, shit. Right there, right fucking there, yesssss
(Grrrroaan!)" I could see it, her little pussy was contracting, clamping on my
tongue. I stuck a finger inside. She was so cute! Sweating and panting and
cumming on my hand. She was out of it. I realized this was the best time to fuck
her. I positioned myself between her legs and rubbed her clit with my cock. Soon
she was headed to her second orgasm, and barely paying attention to me. I could
not help it. I wanted her to know. "It's time Susan. I'm going to fuck you now.
Your brother is going to take your virginity. Open your legs wide. I'm gonna do
ya real slow. I'm gonna fuck you so good Susan. At the last minute she returned
to herself. "Huh, John, no. You can't fuck me. Look I admit it, the rest felt
good. Especially the last part. Kiss me, play with my tits, suck my pussy, heck
I'll suck your cock for you, it's only fair. But please, John. I don't want to
get pregnant, not with my brother's son. Don't fuck me. Don't humiliate me." I
supported her in my arms and sat up with her straddling my legs. I wanted to put
an end to this bullshit once and for all. I had just made Susan cum TWICE. I
mean, fuck, I had rights too. She had to admit, that she wanted my fat 7 incher
in her cunt. Enough was enough. I started rubbing her clit and pussy lips until
she began to drip. She was gyrating wildly, trying not to sit on my cock. The
hornier she got, the wetter her snatch got, the more she wanted to stuff me
inside her. A part of her wanted me to do it, to absolve her of all
responsibility. I'd be her brother the rapist, and she'd be a victim. Uh, uh
sis. It's not going to be that way. You see I love Susan. She needed to accept
that, to admit she wants me too. I grabbed two handfuls of her plump little
bottom and rubbed and squeezed that beautiful ass of hers. I pulled her snug on
my lap, and kissed my woman hard, stealing her breath, and nestling her against
me. Her cum was trickling down my leg, as she kissed me back. She was trembling
from need, from her desire to be thickly fucked by her man, to be taken hard, to
be pounded into sexual submission. "Please..." It was so low, I almost missed
it. I heard it, but I wanted to hear it again. "Please..." "What do you need
baby, tell daddy what you need...do you need to be fucked by your man. Do you
need this cock shoved deep inside of you?" "Yes, god help me, but yes, I need
it, I need it John. Please!" I swear I was not trying to torture her, but I had
to know. I had to make sure we were both clear. "Am I your man, do you love me.
Can I fuck you when I want? Ok, then prove it. Take my fat cock and ram it in
hard to your virgin cunt. Sit down on it hard Susan, fuck yourself on daddy's
cock baby. Go ahead, as hard as you want, as long as you want, whatever you want
baby, it's yours, and you're mine." Her hands were shaking as she guided me into
her. She did it slowly, but she did it. She was so tight, so sweet. I kissed her
gently through the first piercing pain. She clutched me hard and whimpered. I
let her rest on my cock. As horny as I was, my fraternal instincts kicked in. My
little sister needed me to be patient and gentle. I gave her a brotherly hug
while my cock was inside her and she sat facing me, in my lap. "Shh baby it's
alright, get used to it. We have time. I love you, I love you baby, shhh," I
played with her nipples as I kissed her slowly back to arousal. It was almost
imperceptible at first but she began to stir, then shift. Soon she was grinding,
and humping my cock in earnest. She was sitting up high and feeding me a sweet
titty. I suckled her as she slammed herself down on my meat. Over and over,
faster and harder. Quick slam, slam, slow, hold, hold, grind, repeat, repeat,
repeat. I flipped her over, I wanted my sister in the missionary position, I
wanted to slam her good and proper, to be on top, to have her feel my weight, my
authority. She wrapped her legs around me and I good hear her sloshing, her
juices as I pounded away inside her. Her tits were flapping now, and my balls
were slapping her ass in a hard staccato rhythm. I lost control at some point, I
hope I wasn't too rough with her, I did not mean to be. I felt like branding
her, like marking my sister. Nobody else would ever have her. I was her first,
last, her everything. I had passed love making, left fucking far behind. I was
rutting with Susan. It was the fuck-till-death instinct. We came within seconds
of each other and went to sleep wrapped in our lover's arms.
Epilogue: At first Susan was shy. Over the next few months she questioned our
relationship several times. Every time I made love to her she would question it
afterwards. Finally I had enough. "Susan, I love you. I want to be your man. I
want to be the one who holds you, who cares for you. No man could ever love you
like I do. But...you have to want this. You have to want me. So I'll make you a
deal. I go away to college in 3 months. You be my woman every day until then.
I'm going to pound that tight little pussy of yours every day. Anytime I want
you, be my willing fuck- slut. Suck my cock, spread that sweet, round little ass
open for daddy. Everyday I'm going to fuck you into a silly little, sexy puddle,
and you will not complain. Then I am gone. You can decide if what we have is
real, if you love me. If you need to date other people that's ok. Tell me and I
get to do the same. Picture me fucking another woman, telling her how beautiful
SHE is, that I love HER. It's up to you. If you want to be my woman, come to me.
Ask me to be your man again and I will. If you don't you are free. I'll go back
to being your brother. You have a year to make up your mind." That's what we
did. I went away to Cal State University, on the other side of the country from
my mom and Sis. I E-mailed and called often but did not visit. Susan dated some
and even though I knew I could too--I chose not too. The thought of another man
fucking my Susan was painful. If I went home and actually saw it, it would drive
me insane. A year passed I am a sophomore now, and Susan had made her decision.
It hurt. She does not love me. I had to find a way to accept it, to move on.
That's partly why I started writing this e-mail. It took me a long time to get
it all down. I had to sort this out, figure out what happened. I had written
most of it when there was a knock at my door. "Yeah, whoisit?" I opened the door
and there she was. My sister. My little naked sister Susan, whhhhut? She was
naked. She was on her knees with her head bowed and she was crying. "Susan get
in here before someone sees you!" I hissed. "NO! please let me do this, I have
to do this. After what I have done, I have to make it right between us." she was
shaking now. "Shh baby, it's ok. I understand. Look I let things get out of
hand. I fell in love with you and I did not consider your feelings. We will
beok, honey. I'm your brother, we're family. Don't cry anymore. Now come inside,
" I said as I pulled her to her feet, and gave her a brotherly hug. She clung to
me. I got her a robe and sat down next to her on the bed. I put my arm around
her shoulder. "John...would you mind, if I got in your lap and watched TV? Like
we used to. I need to be close to you, please." After all we had been through
that seemed ok to me, it would feel nice. Susan and I got into bed together and
turned on the TV. She laid down in my lap and threw the robe off her. Slowly she
unbuttoned my shirt so her bare skin could touch me. "You are my man, and I love
you. This is where I belong. Every time another man tried to touch me I felt
sick, and guilty, and told him to stop. I belong to you and I know it now.
Please John, please take me back. I, I can't just be your sister. I need to be
your slut." The grin came first, and then the tears as I held my sister tight.
Soon we would be making love, we'd both been celibate for over a year. But for
now it felt good to just hold her, to feel her warm, skin nestled snug against
me. For now that was more than enough. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I started this before the
chicken-shit assholes attacked America. It's kind of scary how angry we can get
in a very short period of time. Usually I am immune to mob mentality, knee-jerk
reactions but...shit not yesterday, not today, and it does not look good for
tomorrow. The thing is one day I know I will care about law, due process,
reasonableness, fairness, morality, and patience... but not today. Today I keep
seeing Palestinians Men, women and children joyous, jubilant, dancing in the
streets over the death of American, children, women and men. I want to believe
that this was an atypical reaction. That we are seeing a fanatic, group of sick
hate-mongers. But I'm not so sure. There is a voice inside that is screaming
kill them, rip them, crush them all. Send in the Marines, send in the bombs, put
a bounty on their heads, gut them on Larry King Live. Better Yet give them to
the wives of the New York's Finest, New York's Bravest and let them decide what
is fair. It's not MY voice. I don't sound like that. I don't hate like that.
Today I don't care. I won't care tomorrow...but great god, I hope I care again
soon. As always it's just a fucking story. I hope it distracts someone for a
while. There, now I can rest easy.
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