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... oor' threshold. The moment we did, I felt a gentle force wash over me which lifted me into the air. 'No tentacles this time fortunately.' For a moment before the notion was squashed as a large tentacle reached out for me in mid air before pulling me closer to its wielder.
"This one is sorry little Apollo-mate. This one is aware your discomfort towards my tendrils" The agitator claimed, its voice as soothing as the first time I heard it. "Its not discomfort per se, its more an irrational ...
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