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... it.
Not at first.
I was standing in a field of dead crowns. Golden, rusted, cracked—each one whispering rules I’d already broken. Sky above? Glitched white. Ground below? Threadwoven.
And she was there.
The Fifth MILF.
Still veiled.
Still silent.
But closer.
Her fingers hovered over my chest—not touching, not glowing. Just... waiting. Like she’d touched me once before in another version of reality and still wasn’t sure if I remember ...
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