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No. 1483
>>1481
It really was you?!
Oh, fuck man, you have no idea how fucking relieved I am.
But uh...thing is, after that thing clawed its way out of my tenta-crotch (and yes, that's like 3 million times more painful than it sounds), Doc used his medigun to heal me up, and...well, I'm kinda back to normal. Like, legs, and a dick and all that stuff.
I mean, I still like you as a friend and all that, and maybe... I dunno. This is weird for me, man. I'm not gay, but I still...I dunno. I really don't.
Can we like, meet somewhere or somethin? Talk this out, maybe. I'll bring the kid, too, so's you can see it. You seem to like it a lot more than I do, anyway. Thing's like a fucking parasite. Always clinging and cuddling and trying to breastfeed (which don't work anymore, obviously, so now I've got bite marks all over my nipples).
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