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Let Us Make Mankind in Our Image, in Our Likeness”

Genesis 1:26


December 1988
Anome Sinned 

He stood in front of the window stretching with his firm erection.
Until Miranda quickly removed him from the window frame…   

 Miranda: what…the…fuck..are you doing ? 
There are children walking outside the farm!!!

 Carlos: sorry I didn’t see them… 

Miranda: Fuck them anyway, …It doesn’t matter, honey, come here and hold me… 

His naked body against Miranda. Firm grip. Carlos was ambitious to raise their future child. But Carlos and Miranda wanted a better place for their child and that should not be here at the Lodge. Certainly not with the horrible noises that were heard underground at night… Were these the spirits of the deceased on the farm? Or souls from long ago? It remained a mystery.
There was no one who thought to shine the light when the spirits called.
People remained hidden in the blissful darkness…

The only one who knew was Lord Marco, as a laboratory scientist he was the only one who dealt with the mystical arts and sciences. Together with his assistant Timothy, he sat in a tractor, lurking for lost souls from the city. Mostly they were foreigners who did not speak the language… 

Lord Marco: look at these motherfuckers

 Timothy: fucking disposables..

 A screeching sound and the rotating tractor tires unceremoniously knocked over the three refugees. Timothy got out of the tractor and with his shovel he gave the final blow to one that was not yet completely dead. Then the tractor drove into the yard and parked in the garage of the lab. The bodies were carried away and prepared for preparation

The lab was optimally lit for his upcoming experiment. He had taken three bodies from the highways. Stripped naked, shaved and smeared with honey. And if there was a little too much honey, Timothy would lick away the excess honey. The genitals were also cut off from the male and female corpses and placed in strong water, again for their exhibition space at the back of the lab. 

A special scene to see the naked corpses lying next to each other. He cut off a limb or part of each corpse and built a new one. Then the newly formed being would be blasted with the sayings from the Bible. Eventually the being would reveal itself as a Cherubim. Lord Marco had great plans to make his own creature from his own hands and given by the force of the light.

A cherubim was a supreme being as described in the Bible. But this was the purest idolatry to simulate creation in this way. Lord Marco knew he was about to do something he wasn’t supposed to do. Not from moral issues and certainly not from the universe. Yet he did it. After all, the farm had its own rules and laws. And Lord Marco sees a guard who should not be human but heavenly and preferably according to his wishes. Lord Marco became God himself.

Outside the laboratory the population gathered pace. The residents gathered their daily crops from the gardens. And the children walked outside with their homemade oil lamps. A series of bright spots passed the lodges. When they arrived at the large lodge, where the reading room and meeting place was located, songs were sung. An immense cross was on display in the reading room.

In the garden, the flowers and plants stood proudly in the dim light of the decorations. This also includes the special tent where Lord Herby maintained the crops. Jose helped with cutting and packing. Lots of orders for special tea for the residents. Carlos of course took a bunch of tea leaves with him and thanked Jose. But before leaving Jose notified him about the special harvest.
Carlos took the note serious.

On the way home he also stopped by the reading room in the Grand Lodge and watched the performances and singing of the people on the farm. In the middle of them sat the village idiot, this man was really crazy and had already been sentenced to nudity and isolation several times. He was also required to attend the exhibition in the museum behind the lab. This made him even crazier. Loco Mario was well known on the farm, but no one preferred to talk to him. He told secrets and things that the residents were not allowed to know. And then he spoke to Carlos..

Loco Mario: I discovered something!

Carlos: what then?

 Loco Mario: they can’t stand it, sprinkle them when they wake up at night and the light will conquer.

Carlos: what?! 

Loco Mario pushed a jerry can into Carlos’s hands. A jerry can filled with liquid, milky. When he left, Loco Mario pulled him closer and then said;

Loco Mario: I tasted it and drank it and they no longer come to my underground hahahaha 

Carlos was amazed and went back to his lodge where his wife was knitting and enjoying the lights outside and especially the singing children with their oil lamps.

Miranda: What did you get?! 

Carlos: I don’t know, but they’re leaving with this, said Loco Mario 

Miranda: really??

Carlos: I don’t know, but we can try

When night fell and the farm slept, the sounds reappeared. This time many times worse than before. As if they knew that there was something that would give reason to their cries…Carlos took a jerry can, took off the cap and sprinkled the milky substance between the cracks in his floor…as if a fire was being put out, what was under there? ? two beams of light shot out and then flew away. And the sound disappeared… 

Miranda: oh my god, this isn’t just any milk, this is sheep’s milk!

Carlos: they can’t stand it! 

Miranda: shhh. Not so loud keep it quiet

Together they crawled back onto their straw bed and drifted away in silence into the night hours…
The next morning the farm was shocked by a large pyre on which two people were burning, …alive. Carlos couldn’t recognize them, but the moaning and screaming matched exactly the ghosts of last night. He didn’t think much about it. The residents went over and stood in a circle singing songs. Some were cheering and celebrating the burning of the screaming bodies

When the bodies were smoldering, everyone went back to their daily activities. The farm was still lighted and the meeting had just taken place in the Grand Lodge.

There were rows of tables with delicious food and drinks. Vegetables, fruit, fish and cows and pork. Spaggethi, rice, potatoes Jerrycans with water and fruit juices. Homemade cookies and cakes. . And the gardeners told the population that a new year was coming and that brought with it the necessary festivities. 

Further back in the Lab, the creature was being assembled. A homemade creation from loose human parts. An intact head without eyes was finally placed on the composite body parts. Dressed in their cloaks, Lord Marco and his associates cast a number of spells. It was necesarry to make sure that a certain beam of light would enter the creature’s body. The water from the big saucepan was boiling. Jose threw his hands in heaven. A beam of electricity and clouds of smoke flew through the lab. So much energy was released that the entire yard on the farm suffered.

The lights went out in the Grand Lodge, the sprinklers on the fruit and vegetable plants stopped. Lord Herby came running outside. Loco Mario was dancing crazy when he stood in front of the lab and saw the light escape. Inside the laboratory, the creation came to life…beams of light shot from its empty eye sockets and a montrous sound emerged from the mouth of the creature.With bloodshot eyes it looked at Lord Marco. The head gardener felt an immense connection with the creature, His own made creation…He was proud.

The next morning there was no meeting in the briefing room. Those who had overslept or would arrive just too late were lucky. But daily life did go on as usual…. Behind the large gardens with the flora and fauna was a large park with a small lake. It was a demarcated area with barbed wire and high fences. A breeding ground for mainly the children of the farm. A little girl with huge bunches of curls stood out to you amidst the normally playing children. The curly-haired girl played a little differently than the other children. Dolly was a child who did not age. at least that is how she was perceived on the farm. Nobody liked to play with Dolly. In fact, Dolly was sometimes very aggressive and had once bitten off the nose of another girl when she was thrown into the water. Since then, no one dared to fool around with Dolly. She had only one friend and that was Gaby. That’s because Gaby also had curls…



Dolly: they don’t even dare to look at me

Gaby: better …, fuck them

Dolly: hey I saw yesterday that the boss of the farm was busy hey in his little kitchen….

Gaby: no kitchen , laboratory

Dolly: but he uses pots and pans

Gaby: yes he does and also a lot of magic

Dolly: he can do magic, that’s why everyone is affraid of him.

Gaby: I heard he plays with lights, he’s good at that.

Dolly: yes he is, he can blow light into someone

Gaby: but he can also blow it out

Dolly: if only he could do something about the noises under our house.

Gaby: they say those are the ghosts of his experiments

Dolly: ghosts of the dead people?

Gaby: yes light remnants….

.Dolly slumped down and laid her head on Gaby’s lap, who stroked her through her full head of hair. She gave her a kiss on her mouth. The ladies were thinking about something they wanted to do. A brilliant plan was forged in their little heads. Gaby whispered her plan into Dolly’s ear

Dolly: breaking and entering?

Gaby: yes , when they are at the briefing then no one is in the laboratory

Dolly: I went once ..secretly and saw the exhibit in the museum

Gaby: awesome, all pieces of bodies in jars and bottles

Dolly: yeah so fucking cool

Gaby: shall we go tomorrow then?

Dolly: yes that’s good, we will!

Meanwhile, Lord Marco was busy in the laboratory again. The creature that consisted of various human parts and smelled like honey was connected to a light system that provided power….

Timothy: lord, your creature looks immensely diverse

Lord Marco: my creation is neither male nor female. therefore it can give birth to anyone.

Timothy: Then we can test it immediately with our deliquent we caught in the lab in the morning.

Lord Marco: What do you mean…?

Timothy: Loco Mario was in our lab for at least an urr he has since confessed in the punishment room

Lord Marco: verhip! then he knows our secrets!

Timothy: he needs to be punished!

Lord Marco: bring him here!

While Loco Mario underwent his punishment, life continued stoically on the farm. At Carlos and Miranda’s lodge were cans of paint. The lettering of the nameplate got a new lick of paint…Miranda was not very happy with both the color of the nameplate and the name of their lodge…But they had to make do with that

Miranda: watch out the letters are a little loose

Carlos: yes I know, but it is still attached.

Miranda: I am going to prepare dinner inside

Carlos: See you later!

Endive stew with delicious kale and bacon. Meanwhile they kept looking at the floor…but the sounds stayed away.

Miranda: If we tell the others we can escape.

Carlos: Yes, but who can you trust here! We prefer to keep it to ourselves.

Miranda: How many people know about the milk here on the farm?

Carlos: Just us and Loco Mario.

Miranda: if he doesn’t tell on us, we’re fucked!

Carlos: he is crazy, nobody believes him

Meanwhile, evening arrived and Dolly and Gaby had finished playing in the park and were walking along the paths to their parents’ houses. They lived next door to each other so they could always run into each other. Gaby was startled and then pointed to the cornfield they were walking past. A new scarecrow. This one was still very fresh because you could smell it. Both girls wanted to take a closer look at it. The eyes of the scarecrow had been put out by the crows and boed was streaming out of the eye sockets. And he was naked and smelled of honey.

Dolly: What a big penis this scarecrow has.

Gaby: wow then he could enjoy sex quite a bit

Dolly: haha but not like us

Gaby:our sex is much better

Suddenly the scarecrow made a sound. He was still alive!

Dolly: what is he saying!

Gaby: he’s talking about milk or something, milk is the weapon

Dolly: milk? weapon? what is he talking about?

Gaby: let’s put him out of his misery

Dolly took a pocket knife out of dr pocket and without pardon cut off the scarecrow’s penis and then she stabbed the food scarecrow several times in his pubic area, The scarecrow bled out and blew his last breath. The reflection of his death was seen in the pupils of the curly-haired girls who became completely euphoric….

Gaby: yaaa die!!! stab even more!

Dolly made a hissing sound as she continued to molest the corpse, further away Carlos and Miranda looked out the window and were startled. But didn’t interfere. Loco Mario’s naked corpse in the cornfield was now stained red by the blood that had steamed out. Miranda let out a cry but held her hand in front of her mouth so as not to make a sound.

Carlos: shtt, don’t say anything , he was crazy anyway

Miranda: but why like this then?! So freaking evil!

Carlos: it’s no other wayand this way we have assurance that we can forge our plans for the escape

Miranda: for that we have to plan this really well Carlos, we can’t do it alone!

Carlos: I know honey, but again we can’t trust anyone here! you know that right!

Miranda: still there has to be a solution right?

Carlos: there will be, believe me, we will find the right one to work together…I promise you that!

Exciting moments were ready to take place. Carlos and Miranda intended to leave the farm. But at the same time wanted to save the rest of the residents. With just the two of them, it would be difficult for them to escape. Especially with the regime of Lord Marco and the gardeners, this was going to be difficult. Then Carlos suddenly had an idea. Miranda could tell by the twinkle in his eye. But then that would be a risk. Miranda gave in and dared. Not only for her own sake, but also for the sake of the other residents and especially because she is pregnant and wants to give her child a better home. She had no other choice then doing an evil act. Carlos talked her to sleep and promised she would be fine. Miranda trusted and her mind calculated the plan they would perform the next day….




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Do you remember when we were here eight years ago? Direct question from my two besties. In the same place where we first met. Summer of 2015. Uncertain times, where? what? who? Which direction? Where to go? What to do? What is the plan? What plan at all? These two romping bitches have adored me ever since. And claimed me. The relationship has become more friendly than sexual over time. Good thing, too. As if I had forgotten them. Had I really become so deeply entrenched in my passionate drive for my dreams and goals? The end justifies the means, the saying goes. Have I really driven the rest away? Or is it still part of it? The perspective aspect of my way of thinking gives Tomboy stress. She rebelliously kicks her feet off the sand and blinds me with sprinkles of water from the sea.
Her angry way of looking at me brought me shivers.Β 

Because they were curious. As protectors, it was their noble duty to watch over me. I didn’t like this freaky approach of Tomboy and Sheeba at all. How many were the counters and whether any relationships had emerged. Sheeba predicted the number exactly. Tomboy went into more detail. She was very good at that. I told them about how much fun I had here on the beach. And no time for other for a while. That was clear by now as I no longer paid any attention to them. But they were happy because I am happy. Because they knew anyway. We are friends forever. What started then in 2015 is now being done again, but in the right dimensions. With structure and love. Lots and lots of love. Love in all facets. Love that suits me.Then Tomboy asked me why we dont get sick like other people. Thats true we dont fall ill anymore. Very weird. People around us suffer from obesitas, diabetis, corona, depression and whatsoever. But we dont get sick.Β Tomboy told me that we are already sick in our minds. That is why we dont get sick by natural things. These fucking puta’s really can bring things in such a weird way sometimes yo.
It added a heavenly sound as they both rode away on their scooters. My besties were right. In the new year we will meet. And until then we are friends…forever. Crazy loco friendsΒ 

It was almost the end of July again and it was only about two months before it would end. Then the beach clubs stop and close during the winter. After the “deflowering” in the hotel I went to the disco with Iris. It wasn’t actually a disco but more of a karaoke bar. Smell of sweat, beer and tobacco steam was normal here. Fortunately, you could also climb the stairs to a higher floor. A small balcony provided some more air. It was Iris’s regular bar. She didn’t really have any friends. In her own words, she is a bit shy of people. And moreover because she doesn’t trust people. She rather trusts animals and plants. Fuck humans. Iris also does not eat meat or fish. She does not drink alcohol and only smokes herbal things. 420 is that a term for marijuana user or something? More of a fanatical lover of unspoiled nature. A natural lifestyle. Her description was convincing. Pretty relaxing and chill lifestyle. No worries. No stress βœ‹

I took a drag from her rolled joint. I had to cough. Fucking hell is this totally pure or something? That’s how she always smokes it. In fact, she has never used tobacco to mix. I recommended damiana to her as a mix to keep it milder. That wasn’t necessary. Then just do longer with the joint was her answer. After taking a few puffs, she put the still smoldering joint back in the tube and replaced the cap. For later of course. First do a few karaoke songs in the bar. I thought it was no wonder that Iris can’t make friends here in this bar. These are not significant people that you can do anything with. Iris had a great time but wanted to do something different. Or had the party ended so quickly in this bar? Iris said this is how it goes in these bars. There are sometimes occasions in the hotel, but they are also not spectacular. She asked me what it was like at the beach restaurant where I worked. It’s always a party there, I told her. Parties are really well organized here. The pure essence of pleasure, satisfaction and love is what reigns on the beach.

Iris found her job quite boring. It’s lonely. It’s only fun if Bella checks into the hotel once in a while. Since then they have become best friends. Best friends forever. Here on the beach in the summer that can have multiple meanings. Iris lived further away. Her parents’ house was about a ten-minute walk away. Situated a bit deeper. Between the tall buildings. Super large house. Fireplace balcony with hammocks. And 5 bedrooms. Iris is American and can look after the house for a whole year. Her brother comes by every now and then. Then there is FaceTime day with the parents. Birthdays, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day and even the parakeet’s birthday are celebrated online. That’s pretty cool. A close family bond. Living so far from each other still so connectedΒ 

In her office she showed me some drawings. Naked sketches of women and men. Friends and acquaintances who posed for her. Iris knew I was a model because Bella had already told her that. And she had already looked at both my portfolios. Also the more explicit ones. She thought I was very photogenic and an ideal model for art. Not overly muscular and not too normal. A bit sexy. And certainly not sweet. But not too naughty either. Like there’s a layer of weirdness on me. She delivered her words in a funny, jumpy way. I didn’t know what to say. She positioned me in her studio and took a seat behind her easel. She grabbed a piece of charcoal and did some quick sketches. Unbelievable, she had accurately drawn my face. They are different stages, she said. From quick sketches to ultra-precise details. She found it interesting to make something that is transient eternal. She could do that by drawing it. I looked at her. Her pupils widened in ecstasy. She was completely into it. I understood her completely… I wanted her to draw me. Absolutely. She asked me to undress if Im ready for it. But of course .

Β Once again she looked at me attentively. Her eyes just went straight through my body and from head to toe. It looked like rays of light were coming out of her eyes. She made some sketches of me. I loved it even though she had drawn my pubic hair a bit more exaggerated. But it was beautiful. When I wanted to get dressed she stopped me and pushed me towards her. Now it was his turn. While she was undressing she apologized for her breasts. She thought they were quite small. The first woman I met who cares about her breasts. I reassured her that it doesn’t matter for the shape and certainly not for my ideal image. I don’t have an ideal image of breasts. Every type and variant has its own charm. What she actually wanted to hear was that I do not associate her breasts with sexual expression but simply as anatomy. I was approved… She took off her shoes and socks and a pair of beautiful feet emerged. Pale feet and natural nails. Exactly right. Once she was naked I looked her up and down. She had a piercing in her clit. A piercing with a smiley button.Β 

She enjoyed how I looked at her. She swiveled her hips a little and showed me her buttocks. Beautiful! Light pink welts from her underwear showing on her skin. I didn’t use charcoal but saw a case with pastels. The crayon broke and shot at Iris. She rolled it towards me with her feet. I suddenly had an idea. I took the crayon and colored her feet with it. Curling with her instep so I could get good access. Even more colours. And Iris also grabbed some crayons and used my body as a coloring page. It’s special to touch each other with just chalk. We looked at ourselves in the mirror and marveled at the beauty. Another layer needs to be added, she said. She walked to the back of her studio and took a can of paint with her. She dipped a brush into the bright green paint can and painted a diagonal stripe on my chest. Uhhh cold I was shaking. She stroked her brush further down and painted my penis green. She giggled. I took the paint roller and slid it from the inside of her ankles towards her inner thigh. I could already see her smiley glowing… The paint dried quickly and stuck to our naked bodies. Here and there it pulled the skin a little tighter. It gave an extra dimension to the whole. It was as if we were clothed while still being naked. Iris grabbed her Polaroid camera and took a few snapshots of me. Looked nostalgically beautiful. She wanted to stand on the balcony and take a few pictures of it. I also felt this vibe with the orange-red sky with blue tones. It was a really beautiful picture with Iris in front of it as a body-painted model. A these colors! This was just too beautiful to describe.

The great thing about water-based acrylic paint is that it not only dries quickly but is also easy to wash off. We soaped each other with some sort of blend of organic soap and raspberry shampoo and rinsed off in the shower. Barefoot and naked we walked into the room and reviewed the Polaroids. She gave some to me and copied some with her copy machine. She liked them. On the one hand I felt appreciated but on the other hand a bit distant. Iris didn’t want sex. Iris actually didn’t want sex with anyone at all. This was not done in confidence. No, this was something different. Iris is asexual. She had sex several times beforeΒ  but didn’t liked it to get attached to it. She prefers to have sex with herself. She wouldn’t mind it if someone watched her while she was busy. The fact that she was already naked in front of me was exciting for her. So Iris is not only a naturist but a bit of an exhibitionist. According to her, it is allowed because she is primarily a naturist and therefore her primary goal is not to show herself, but simply because she enjoys being naked. A bridge to an innocent exhibitionist thought, but only because it has a purpose. That’s the only reason it’s allowed. I agreed with her. Because i understand.

It’s because we are so saturated in our nakedness that we no longer experience the shame of it. And that’s why it’s wonderful to be able to “exhibit” yourself at sameminded. Because only among people who are of one mind can this feeling be a sensation. But also to be proud of your naked body. It is your own body Your own beauty packed into that combination of flesh and mind. present it how you like it. And be proud of it! Iris’s speech was of a high standard. This friend of Bella’s was one of those. I was curious how she got her name. I think Iris means the part around the pupils of the eye. According to her mother, she saw the universe in her eyes when she came to earth. She was the center of attention and because she was so shy of people, people always stood at a distance around her. As if she was standing in a circle.

Β Just like the pupil is surrounded by the Iris…

A special girl to be with. She lit another joint by the fireplace. Leaning one foot over the edge of the couch. Her bathrobe fell open and a flashing light flashed. Her clitoris piercing reflected the light in every way. She saw me looking. My bathrobe also fell open, causing me to sink a little onto her couch. She handed me her joint and…her Polaroid camera. Wait… she first need to put on her sunglasses for the glamour effect. I took a few quick puffs. Inhaled deeply and tapped it into the ashtray. Iris grabbed her vagina. I saw the flashing light slowly flashing less and less. She beamed and moaned with pleasure. I returned my appreciation in the form of my rising erection. There was nothing I could do but just watch. Because that is what Iris wanted. I like it too. It was also good for once. I noticed the essence of the jonko was catching on. Ow yeah!

Because wasn’t it the whole thing from posing to painting each other to taking the shower and now actually having sex on the couch? Is this sex with asexuals? Sexual attraction without touching each other? No penetration of any kind except her own fingers. Or no limbs at all. Just mental sex. How about sexual pleasure but no nudity. Is that possible? Dreaming and fantasizing about sex. But then what kind of sex will you be dreaming about? And then only having sex with herself. This is actually a kind of shy sneaky sex. Auto sex. “Go fuck yourself”, literally!Β  What a fantastic time I am having this entire summer. An asexual person is the total opposite of me. How and where are the connecting dots with this person? My mind kept wondering in the clouds of the nice smelling weed. Iris planted them on her balcony. Next to the flowers and other herbs. Does it mean she actually gives design to her growings? Her dedication to nature really impresses me…

Iris interrupted my space by putting het sunglasses on me. My whole scenery became vintage sepia colored. She asks if I wanted it now. Fine. Can I watch you play with yourself? The question and how she asked it sounded so natural. It’s like asking if someone would like to have a drink with dinner. Hmmm was Iris doing an upsell or a cross sell overhere? At least we had a deal. It was now just after twelve. Silent outside. The crackling of the fireplace had stopped and the TV turned on. A French sultry film. Absurd camera techniques and lot of nudity. There was no plot to be seen in the story. Or was I too stoned to follow it? Iris also sank deeper into her couch and took out a suitcase from under her bed and threw some blankets on the couch. She took the robes and threw them in the washing machine. She then took a bottle of Prosecco on her way back.


It seemed like the movie was endless. Or was it mounted in such a way that it looked like it was open ended? The combination of Prosecco and weed then triggered something in Iris. She leaned forward a bit and focused her sights on my penis. She brought my hands to it…I didn’t have to ask because I knew what she meant. I played with my cock until it slowly got harder. I jerked off. I put a little Prosecco on my penis and slid my hands up and down. Iris went crazy. I was masturbating while Iris was looking at me.Together we are in this. Her pupils dilated and her Iris came into sight.Β 

It was as if time stood still when I saw “the universe” in her eyes….

We had fun until the seagulls were circling around on the balcony in the early morning. How many times did we masturbated together? Dammit we Iost the count. Iris was very impressed by my endurance and stamina. During the covid area i masturbated a lot i told her. I mastered different hand techniques and massaging methods. She was also not loosen at wrist . Iris had online competions with other girls and boys from her secret network. In the morning i covered her naked sleeping body with a blanket. What a nice body she has. Looked slightly different as she is more vulnerable. It had something of a quiet peace. Beauty is… in the eye of the beholder. While still covered in some dips of paint. I gave her a goodbye kiss. Goodbye Iris see you soon in the hotel again…

After then i went to Bella’s club and I ordered a chicken schnitzel sandwich with curry sauce and fresh chopped onion. Bella’s grin showed that there had been conversations. Obviously. The news already travelled with speed of light to the whole boulevard area. I didnt realize that some were living across the balcony Iris was posing on. But the girls all liked it. And the boys too. And they want more. They will get more. I guaranteed them. The pleasant vibe with the beach clubs employees are of of a million. Its all fine and okay. Because they exactly know how things are. And that gave me a feeling of trust. Phoebe came also to the club and with her a girl. Her arm was in plaster. It was in a cast because she had an unfortunate fall while surfing. There were a few scratches on her face. It gave her a attitude of danger. An attractive kind of danger. Her sunglasses hid her eyes. But her smile betrayed her state of mind. I threw a virtual kiss in the air. And then i put on iris’ sunglasses…and welcomed Abigail….

*****The End*******


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