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She moans. Turn. Thrust. Thrust. She raises her hands in the air, commands me to touch her. I follow, as I was programmed. She screams in pleasure. She begins to slow down, explains she wants to savor the last moments. She whispers that she loves me. *Computer, search love. Activate Love Function* _Love. Does not Compute_ *Computer, run system check for "Love"* _Does not comp283585_ *fd342145hgf* _jd745643hvh_ fv *s* hvf *h* nn _v_ n 1001010101001010111

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