Succubus could be here" he thought, "I've never been in this Thread before. There could be NOBDYS and CATBODYS anywhere." The cold wind felt good against his bare chest. "I LOVE THE CATBODY" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated in his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of toying after dark. "With a shitty /ng/ thread, you could go anywhere you want astral" he said to himself, out loud

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