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Expensive machines were placed around the room and if you think it was a simple or innocent machine then you're wrong as this is no ordinary stuff but expensive sex robots and toys. Being a celebrity, Betty had gotten used to being under the surveillance of people so she had to be careful of her image but that doesn't mean Betty was one to endure and live off sex. She has a high libido and has to quench her urges so she came up with a solution—If I can't have real men, then I can have robots. Licking her lips, she walked to lie on the bed after removing her bathrobe and letting it fall on the floor. Her beautiful skin glittered sweetly, and a red patch appeared on her face even though she ha

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"Tsk. Don't deny it, you thought I didn't get what you said before? You're wrong" I took a deep breath "yes I'm the one behind that book. I'm not really in love, actually I don't believe in love" "How did you write like this? How did you wrote the story where the Characters being so in love? Readers will think the author is in love" "That's why I can write like that because in a non -existent world I believe in love" "You just did that" "Which?" "It's just that you don't believe in love. But in fact you just built a wall in your heart and you convinced yourself that you don't believe in love"

The rage had come from giving up my dreams. Then I remembered how I’d left behind Emily’s copy of The Illustrated Man the previous week. I gathered up the Texas Instruments 8010 and took it to the van. A piece of paper fluttered from its wheel to the ground but I didn’t stop to inspect it. The masthead appeared terribly similar to the kind on my last rejection letter, from my college literary journal, The Oswegian. That would be too much, seeing the same letter twenty years later. *** Emily had loved all the speculative genres as much as me. She’d grown up reading Bradbury, Poe, Matheson, L’Engle, Lewis, Tolkien, Dahl, and so many others. She’d escaped from her fractured childhood into those

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Ours. And I couldn't wait for the next spark. The end.

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I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

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