Chapter 38 A No-Strings-Attached Sex-Fest

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Zephyr

"Uh..." I cleared my throat, struggling to recall what she had said last.. Something like I. Miss. You.

Right. I miss you..

Wait, what?

I turned to her, clearing my throat again, and now struggling to find words. Any sequence of...

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