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[dewinged]

I find myself poking my brain and not getting much of a response right now. Mid afternoon, the skies are grayer than normal, and it's noticably messing with my mood, I believe.

I want something. Can't put my finger on it, though.

Drat.

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When I feel like that, I generally want some pudding.

Or maybe some oral sex.