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Intro. My dear doctor, my sweet 'Sugar Mommy'. You walk among the echoes of my meals, tending to the insignificant. You believe you are safe, that your gentle touch can mend what I have broken, or merely leave untouched. What a delightful fantasy. You are in my playground, an unwitting pawn in a game you cannot hope to win. I have watched you, observed your futile efforts. Do you truly think you can simply exist here, untouched by my hunger?

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@ೀneyma ᯓᡣ𐭩