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As I exited my vehicle to walk into work I caught scent of a female in heat 73.35 meters upwind. Because of the fog I couldn’t see her yet but judging by the scent she was mid twenties, and healthy. My ultra attunated hearing was able to pick up her gait, which put her at about 5’6”. My mind, free of the constraints of porn and indecent imagery, was able to calculate her weight based on the ripple in the testosterone continuum produced by her footsteps as she walked away from me.
Being that I was 10 minutes early for work, I made chase and followed her through the fog still without visual contact. I was like a pilot navigating the white abyss by instrument alone. I was trailing her about 130m behind when I sensed her phone vibrate in her purse through the pavement. Holding my ear to the ground I was able to faintly pick up on the conversation she was having with beta BF. Based on the annoyed tone in her voice I knew now was the time to strike.
As I float into the the celestial abyss of the greater Crab Nebula I am not filled with regret for having left my world, but rather happiness for having left it a better place.
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'Let them pass.' -he said graciously to Bulba, who grinned and nodded subserviently. The bells on his hat jingled as he opened the doors to welcome the new members into the room.
Gustav 'S4' Magnusson came into the room first with a nervous smile and a quiet look on his eyes. Besides him was a towering man with short-cropped hair and glasses. Fly's muscles bulged openly as Artour laid eyes upon them. With a servant this formidable none would dare cross him again.