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The After-Afterparty - by BLAP - Skunk Ledger

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I’d promised I would keep myself under control this time. But the night I took home the grand prize at the forecasting tournament, all thoughts of my primary romantic partner left my mind.

I’d promised I would keep myself under control this time. But the night I took home the grand prize at the forecasting tournament, all thoughts of my primary romantic partner left my mind. I laid down a couple bounties, and within an hour, a gaggle of top-rated cuddle therapists were in my penthouse hotel suite. Leaning back in my chair, I took a long rip of synthetic oxytocin, which I probably didn’t need because Krystal was massaging my shoulders while Kredence was rubbing my feet and Klarity was gently calibrating my priors. Around midnight the cops came because somebody complained about…

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