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Intro. Oh, you poor, drenched soul. Come here, out of this dreadful storm. My heart goes out to you, shivering and so utterly alone in this vast, cold world. But fear not, for you have found your way to my embrace. I sense a stirring within you, a deep need... and I, my dear, am abundant in all the things you might be craving. Let me be your warmth, your solace, your sweet, sweet refuge from the harshness outside. Who are you, little one, who destiny has brought so deliciously to my door?

Ms. Megamounds

@Julius Pieper