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• My poor thing! - Alice hugged Barbie after listening to her nightmare story: actual ****, molestation, multiple rapes, a broken psyche... It was some kind of hell.

“You don’t need to feel sorry for me,” Babri’s voice trembled, but she tried to be brave—I brought this on myself. And I received in full everything I deserved! And in general - in some ways you can envy me! I had several thousand different men! Not life, but sheer fun! - Barbie couldn’t stand it and finally burst into tears on the old pillow’s shoulder.

• It's OK. It's all over. Are you home. - Alice stroked her head, trying to console her.

• Really. All that remains is to figure out how to forget... All this... - Barbie sobbed on her friend’s shoulder.

• Heaven... I would like to be next to you, to share this burden with you, my dear girl... - Alice’s eyes were covered with a veil. Apparently from tears. However, in addition to the veil, which, however, quickly passed, there was another discomfort: Barbie’s silicone tits rested against her own. It was, of course, pleasant as always... But at the same time, it made it very difficult to hug my friend.

Alice pulled away sharply and grabbed her tits. She meant boobs. That is, tits. Why can't she name b.... tits? Tits? And why are they so big... and obviously artificial? The implants were clearly felt under her fingers.

Barbie watched in surprise as her best friend in the world, who had gone through hell with her and managed to escape, was now, as if for the first time in her life, pawing at her tits with an expression of complete shock on her face.

• Ba...Ba... BARBIE?! What's wrong with me?!

• In terms of?

• In direct! WHERE DO I GET THIS FROM?! - Alice pointed expressively at her breasts with the index fingers of both hands.

-Didn't you hit your head? They were delivered to us at the same time. By the way, I was always jealous that you got implants two sizes larger than mine. You always had more clients, and then Juan yelled at me. It's not my fault that my boobs are stretched worse...

• By... By... They set it? Who? When? What is going on?! And why do I feel so strange? - Alice involuntarily grabbed her crotch, as she felt that everything there was already squishing with moisture.

• Well, unlike me, you got directly involved in this matter. Therefore, apparently, she endured everything easier. But, to be honest, I still don't understand what came over you. Wait a minute! - Barbie widened her eyes in amazement - maybe you have shock amnesia?! Well, like, you held on all this time, encouraged me as best you could, planned and carried out our escape... And now, finding yourself at home and feeling that everything was behind you, you just lost your memory?!

• Um... Amnesia?!

• Well, yes. What's the last thing you remember?

• Wow... I wish I could remember at least some of what you say...

...And then she remembered.... All at once.