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Maison could feel Cat’s gentle breathing against his flesh, as she slept peacefully on the meaty mattress. It wasn’t unusual to see her so calm, but it did remind him that he did have a living human -- or rather homunculus -- inside him. Out of all his guests, Cat’s the first to have last this long within him, which does give him a sense pride, but he also had to be thankful for her immortality. It is the reason why she still lives inside him after all.
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my day went fucking great, woke up to a fly sitting on my mouth, with horrible caffeine withdrawal (that's what you get for drinking 1,5L of energy drinks the day prior, with no tolerance built whatsoever), drained social battery, two blisters on my soles and sore legs. found out i got scammed for a fucking huge amount of money. got horribly overstimulated. aaand now I stubbed my fuckign toe, and hit my ankle on a chair leg seconds later. also idk if I took my meds today or not, but if I didn't, it's likely contributing to my amazing (/s) day.
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