Where is Clock Adriana?
The living room
Adriana was in the living room, her arms slowly moving like the clock she now was. Her time was exactly right due to the magic of the choice.
"Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock..." she droned endlessly as i groped her boobs.
Camila the cat rubbed her head against my legs. I stroked her ears, fucked my Shakira statue, and went to bed.
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