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and—" "I don't remember Philippa even being there," Bethany interrupted. "I invited her," Lola said, her hand clenching her new wife's hand. "But I didn't think she'd show up. She's so quiet, and she's always practicing ballet." "Yeah, I didn't think she did anything else," said Rebecca, her flaming hair dancing around her face. "Oh, she does," I said, my face burning. My clit-dick throbbed in my panties, growing hard for the first time. My pussy was soaking wet right now. "So she came up to me and we started talking..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ July 22nd, 2036 I savored the feel of real paper beneath my skin. Real books were getting rarer, but they were just so lovely. They had a weight to them. A substance. All those words meant something when they were printed out