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Once again, I am the consumate misanthrop this afternoon. For once I would like someone to realize that there was nothing to gain by coming at me for a test of power, the test and validation of egos, because I just don't play those games. And really, they don't want me to either. For months I've been doing my best not to react to these situations and I continue to succeed without much more than a shrug of my shoulders..

The sacred sleep was being wiped from my eyes as the satin red dress passed back and forth in front of me. the raised portions revealing the corset laces underneath.

And you know, I bet I could look that good too. Better actually. I don't have that giant comic book chin of his.

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