[Oh hell, the way he whispers that just makes him think of his little observatory bullshit. Just desserts they say. But all the grinding and feeling so opened up while spent empty is great. He could wrap himself up in Lawrence Dimick and not care about anything else.]
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[Oh hell, the way he whispers that just makes him think of his little observatory bullshit. Just desserts they say. But all the grinding and feeling so opened up while spent empty is great. He could wrap himself up in Lawrence Dimick and not care about anything else.]