That’s the problem, isn’t it? Whatever your vice, it starts feeling reeeeallly gooood.
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Standing in the desert at night under the stars with the spaceships a distance behind, Picknar said, “I’m so lost. So confused. How does one even start to make sense of this. of these feelings?” Lasper approached from behind, carrying two drinks. He handed on to Picknar and said, “Looked like you needed this.” Picknar took a drink and said, “Lasper slept with my body, Rigo. And then I just kissed Lasper. I don’t feel emotionally okay.” Rodrigo said, “After all that, I’d be worried if you did.” Pickner threw their arms out and said, “I just don’t get it. Kissing him wasn’t behavior I ever would have done in my body. I mean, sure, I was upset at Val, and that was mostly the reason for the first kiss.” Then Picknar got wide eyed in confusion and exxcitement and alarm and said, “But then I started feeling reeeeealllllly goooood.” Grinning, Rodrigo said, “May hormones destroy all our lives, halleluja.”
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