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Subject: {ASSM} Exploring the Emptiness pt2 (F-solo)
Date: Sun,  4 Nov 2001 23:10:05 -0500
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Here is part two to "Exploring The Emptiness". Thanks to all of you who 
wrote me regarding pt 1. Please, email me any and all comments you have on 
either story. Your comments are what makes more parts keep coming. Enjoy!
UPL


Exploring the Emptiness pt2






When I awoke, I had no senses about me. I was in utter confusion. My eyes 
opened at the ceiling, the light on the bedside table casting upon it, and 
tried to understand what was felt different. I wasn't panicked, I felt 
unusually calm, peaceful, but still something was off. Taking inventory of 
my body, I felt my legs, and chest, and my, oh! I still had my finger 
plunged into my pussy! I had passed out so fast, it hadn't come out. I began 
to withdraw it, and shivered and the tingles that shot to my brain from 
within. Finally it was out and I lay my hand upon my stomach, the other cast 
off to the side where it had flown when I orgasmed.
So that's what it was all about. Finally I understood what the talk and the 
worry and planning and games were about. I lay there, taking thankfully deep 
breaths as I felt my heart pound within my chest. A new feeling was starting 
to make its presence known as well. My pussy was actually throbbing. I could 
feel my heartbeat, or what felt like my heartbeat pounding inside, like a 
drum pounding a slow rhythmic beat. I also felt wet. My whole crotch, from 
the top of my pussy to my asshole was damp, cooling exposed to the air. I 
felt like I had put on a pair of damp swim panties on. I rolled over, and 
sat up, my feet on the floor, then stood. I felt weak. My legs seemed barely 
able to carry me. I turned, and caught sight of the bed. Below where I had 
been lying, a small damp spot lay. I knew it was me, my "juice" leaking out.
Naked I headed for the kitchen and water. The fire had died down a bit, so 
after getting a glass, I threw a few logs on it. I was no longer quite so 
out of it, and not really tired, just contented. As I was about to sit on 
the couch, I remembered how wet I felt, and reached a hand between my legs. 
I was still soaked. Fuck it, and I sat down, not caring if my pussy left a 
spot the couch. I sat there, in front of the fire, hunched over with my 
elbows on my knees and tried to make sense of what I was feeling. My hair 
was clinging to me; my skin having a sheen from the sweat it had produced a 
few minutes ago.
I had just had my most intense orgasm of my life, so intense that it made me 
question I had actually ever had one before, and I was still coming to terms 
with it. My body felt different, my mind felt different. I sat there in 
front of the fire relaxing, just seeing what happened.
What happened was I got a little chill. I hadn't realized how wet I was, 
period, not just between my legs. I scooted off the couched and lay down 
before the fire. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around 
them, hugging myself. I felt a little strange, but I couldn't put a finger 
on it, just weird. I sat there inches from the fire and still was amazed at 
how super sensitive I was. I could feel the rug between my cheeks, tickling 
my asshole. The fire was hottest my pussy. The longer I sat, the warmer it 
got.
You would think that sitting with my soaking crotch 2 feet away from a fire 
would dry it up, but it didn't, I could still feel how wet I was, it didn't 
stop. In fact it began to feel good. The best I can describe it, imagine 
putting your hair dryer on low and letting it blow directly on you.
I released my legs and leaned back on my arms, still letting the fire warm 
my pussy. I thought about what was nagging me, and kept coming back to the 
same sense of longing. What I was longing for is what I couldn't figure out. 
I lay there, staring at the fire, letting its warmth dry me, everywhere but 
my crotch, which just felt good, and tried to reason through it.
I didn't get anywhere, except frustrated. Feeling warm, I got up and got my 
purse. I pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one up. I don't smoke often, 
but sometimes I just need it. I still couldn't shake the feeling I had. Just 
longing. I went to the kitchen, growing accustomed to the dampness between 
my legs now and poured myself a glass of white wine with 2 ice cubes in. 
Back before the fire I smoked and sipped my wine.
	I had pretty much blanked my mind when it hit me, what I was longing for. 
More. I wanted more. This was a revelation. Just shows you how out of touch 
with my body I am/was. I had had what all the fuss about, and I wanted more. 
Grinning, I slid back across the rug, letting it tickle my butt, and leaned 
against the couch. I threw the cigarette in the fire and let my hand find 
its way to my bare pussy.
In front of the fire, I slid 2 fingers down, one on each side of my clit, 
and spread them, opening my entire sex. I let the heat warm my inner outer 
parts, until my fingers slipped from the moisture. Getting hot again, I felt 
it rising from between my legs and flushing my body. More accustomed to 
myself now, I pushed a finger inside, aware of the intense heat my own body 
was giving off inside. Daring, I added another finger, and began moving them 
in and out, like a cock. I giggled at the squishy noises this action 
provided. As silly as I felt, I couldn't deny the pleasure I was getting 
from it. 2 fingers gave a nice feeling, fuller than just one had, but I also 
was staying away from that little spot I knew was so close. I needed to 
explore. Leaning my head back, I let y fingers move in and out of my wet 
little hole, until I felt a little trickle run down my ass again. God, I am 
a slut now aren't I.
Two fingers felt better than 1, so I figured I'd try 3. Gently I pulled the 
2 in me out, and ran the 3rd between the folds to get it wet like the other 
2, then began pushing them all in. I felt myself opening as they slid in, 
and felt my walls squeeze back at them, trying to deny them entrance. I 
tried to relax, and they all slid in easily. It was hard to try and move 
them in and out, so I just lay there, imbedded in me. Don't ask my why, but 
I pulled them out and looked at them.
	I could see the wetness coating my skin, like John's cock when he pulled 
out of me. Without realizing what I was doing, I put one in my mouth and 
sucked. I was tasting my own wetness! And I can't say it was bad. Salty, 
unlike anything I had tasted before. I removed the first finger from my 
mouth and started on the second, then the third. By the third, I was getting 
pretty worked up again, I felt dirty and liberated at the same time. Feeling 
some sense of urgency, but wanting to prolong my exploration, I decided I 
needed to cool down a bit.
I reached over and pulled an ice cube out of my glass of wine. It was 
slippery as it was melting, but I rubbed it over my nipples and relished the 
tightening it provided as the came to full attention, almost painfully. 
Tracing a glistening line down, between my breasts over my navel and finally 
to the top of my pussy, I shivered as the frozen liquid caressed my skin.
Now sitting atop the split between my legs, I gingerly moved it down, 
brushing aside what little hood was still covering my clit, pausing as the 
cold made it throb harder. I couldn't take too much, it was cold, so I 
continued farther down, between the inner lips of my pussy, over my hole, 
across the skin separating it from my ass and finally pausing, as I had on 
my clit, against, my asshole.
That was cold, so I moved it back up into my pussy, gliding it between the 
lips until finally resting at the entrance to my hole. I pushed, feeling 
myself open as the irregularly shaped ice pressed inward. Honestly I was 
concentrating too much to notice if it was cold, until pop, it slipped out 
of my hand up inside. I simply sat for a minute, not really sure what to do. 
I have friends who have lost things in there before, but I have no personal 
experience with it. I tried pushing; I could feel it in there. But it didn't 
want to cooperate. It wasn't cold, in fact I couldn't feel the cold, I could 
only feel its edges, like a little pebble in your shoe, except that it was 
in my pussy. Oh well, I figured it would eventually melt and run out anyway, 
so I decided to leave it. Hot as I was down there, It wouldn't last long, 
and with all the moisture I was producing on my own, I doubted I would even 
notice it running out.
This little side trip had its desired effect; I had cooled down some. I 
still felt antsy, but not in any rush, free to explore again. The problem 
was, I didn't know what to do. I had three fingers in there, and that didn't 
feel bad, should I try more? I started thinking about things I had heard of 
other people doing, hot dogs-ewe, vibrators-don't have one, vegetables? OK. 
So I got up, and immediately felt the ice cube, or what I should say was the 
ice cube come pouring out from between my legs, enough that it made a little 
splatter as it hit the floor. I had to giggle. Boy if I'm going to be a 
regular at this, I gotta remember to be better prepared.
In the fridge, I found a few things to try. A carrot, the ubiquitous 
cucumber, half gone, and a lime. Didn't think the lime would work too well, 
but I brought it anyway. Back in front of the fire, I laid out my "toys" and 
lay down to see what happened.
My cooling off was wearing off, I felt empty again, so I grabbed the carrot. 
The thin end looked pretty pointy, so I decided to go with the thicker end 
first.
Rubbing the orange vegetable between my lips, it slid easier and easier as 
it picked up my juice. What a strange sensation, I could feel the ripples of 
its length, the slightly rough texture, especially as it passed over my 
clit, which seemed to have developed its own sense of feel. I had always 
known it was sensitive, and produced pleasurable feelings in me, but now 
that I was paying attention to it, I marveled at the amount of sensitivity 
it had.
Deciding it was now or never, I tilted it down, so that it pointed directly 
at me, and pushed. I felt myself opening, accepting this strange intruder. I 
could feel the ripples of the carrot as it pushed past the very opening to 
my hole, my walls bulging and contracting as it hugged its shape. Still I 
pushed and more sank into me, hitting and deflecting off my insides as it 
traveled deeper in. Finally I felt it meet resistance, and a strange 
pressure inside. Pushing very gently I bumped the carrot against my cervix, 
until it seemed to slip, and traveled another inch inside! I panicked, 
thinking I had done something terrible, but remembered from biology that the 
vagina doesn't end right at the cervix, it goes a little higher.
Calmed, I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of something so deep inside me. It 
felt as though it was in the middle of my chest, I had never had anything so 
deep before. After a moment or two of just soaking in the sensations, I 
began moving it in and out, a little at a time. I felt good, just motion 
inside my body, but I grew tired of it. It didn't feel bad, just didn't do a 
whole lot for me. I pulled the carrot out, feeling my opening pulse as each 
ridge went past, and laid the carrot on the floor.
I was turned on, but not feeling like I needed to orgasm again right away. I 
was enjoying just feeling my body in a state of arousal, damp, tingling and 
flushed. I decided that right now, at this minute, orgasm was secondary. I 
wanted to know what felt pleasurable, research if you will. What exactly was 
this wet little cleft in between my legs? What kind of sensations was it 
capable of giving me? To find out, I decided I just needed to explore.
Reaching down, I inserted a finger into myself again, paying attention to 
what I felt, both with my finger and my pussy. The carrot had stretched me 
more than my finger, but my finger felt more natural, warmer. Wiggling it 
around, the moisture inside me seemed to flow around my finger, a wonderful 
feeling. I pressed up, rubbing the little rough spot, feeling warmth again 
spread throughout my body. I stopped pressing it though, I knew what that 
did (or so I thought:), and wanted to know what else went on down there. Not 
thinking of anything else to do with my finger, I decided to try using my 
pussy. It took a few tries, but finally I felt my walls twitch a little. I 
concentrated harder, remembering the contractions I had felt during my 
orgasm, trying to replicate them now manually. After a minute, I seemed to 
have located the muscles, and was gently squeezing my finger inside.
I felt a little like Columbus must have discovering America. What a new and 
wonderful sensation! I had always taken for granted flexing my muscles; 
walking, picking something up, but had never thought about the muscles 
inside my body. I felt my walls contracting, gripping my finger, and 
marveled at how amazing the sensation was. Not only did my finger feel the 
squeeze; my entire lower body felt it, my clit especially tingling as I 
squeezed.
Wanting to know how hard I could squeeze, how strong this new found muscle 
was, I added another finger, feeling myself open as more enter me. With my 
index and middle finger buried in my hole as deep as I could push them, I 
began contracting again. I could feel my two fingers being pressed together, 
and while the extra mass inside felt good, it wasn't all that different from 
one finger. Gently, I separated my fingers, a fraction of an inch, and 
squeezed again, my tunnel clamping them back together. I tried again this 
time a little farther, and again, my hole pressed them back next to each 
other. I knew that I had to master this now, as I could only imagine how 
this would feel on a penis. John was so sensitive to any contact on his, 
this little trick would blow him away, and I imagined it wouldn't feel so 
bad to me, gripping his cock pushed up inside me.
Spreading my fingers a comfortable distance, I squeezed again, trying to 
keep my fingers apart this time. No luck! I couldn't believe how strong I 
was in there! No matter how hard I tried, my pussy would clamp my finger 
together. By this time, my hand was getting a little sore from the awkward 
position it was in, so I withdrew my fingers and contemplated what else I 
could learn.
As I sat there, my legs wantonly spread in the firelight, I thought about 
all the mysteries surround sex. And one that kept coming back was size. Guys 
were infatuated about it, I couldn't count how many cases I'd read or seen 
about guys who whole lives were wrapped around the size of their penis! I 
glanced at the half cucumber next to the carrot and "sized" it up.
Picking it up, I circled my fingers around it, not even close to touching 
them back together. I had never paid any attention to the size of Johns 
penis, but I did know this bigger. When I gave him a blowjob, I would hold 
it at the base, and my fingers would just touch around him. This, this green 
monster, was at least twice as thick! I studied it in the light and wondered 
if it was true that women actually put this inside them. I had to imagine it 
hurt! Putting it between my legs, as if I was straddling it, the cucumber 
covered my entire pussy. I couldn't see any of my sex around it. God, this 
thing won't fit in there.
Sighing, I was going to set it aside, but as I picked it up, I felt the 
roughness of its skin, the little bumps all along its length. Wondering how 
that would feel, I laid the half on the carpet, figuring I wouldn't be 
eating it any time soon, and rearranged myself so that I was hovering over 
it. Holding the end in front of me, I lowered myself until I was sitting 
atop. With my free hand, I reached between my legs and spread my lips, 
lowering myself so that it sat between my folds. I felt a little strange, 
not unpleasant, but not real exciting. So I tried moving, sliding myself an 
inch across it. Now that felt good. The protrusions on its surface rubbed 
across the insides of inner lips, an odd but exhilarating feeling. I slid 
back, then forward, until I was sliding back and forth across its entire 
length. As wonderful as it was, I knew it wouldn't bring me off, even when I 
shifted my weight so that my clit was pressed hard onto it. But it did get 
my curiosity up.
I levered off the cucumber and lay back against the couch, feet on the floor 
and knees spread. I was careful picking up the vegetable in my hand so it 
didn't get any dirt clinging to the wetness coating half of it now. Looking 
back, I guess I should mention that this was a thick, short cucumber, not 
the long thin kind. Taking a deep breath, I aimed its curved head in-between 
my legs, at my opening, and pushed. I could feel pressure in-between my 
legs, against my pussy, but I could not make the thing enter me. I brought 
it to my mouth and licked it, tasting my own moisture as I did, Once I had 
thoroughly covered it with my saliva, I again put it between my legs and 
tried to get it inside. No go.
Now, I was determined. I do remember thinking that it was awfully big if I 
couldn't get it in like that, but it had become something of a challenge to 
me now. I was determined to explore my body as much as I could, and part of 
that was getting this cucumber inside me.
I shifted position again, kneeling on the floor, and placed the cucumber 
below me, the cut off end on the floor and its length sticking straight up. 
Lowering myself until I felt it make contact with my sex, I began pushing, 
more like settling on top of it. I let my weight come to rest on the end of 
the vegetable below me, until I felt a pain, like a pinch. Already nervous, 
as well as inexperienced, I quickly lifted off and took stock. The pain had 
gone away, so I reached between my legs and felt my pussy.
I don't really know what it was, but I suspect it had folded one of my inner 
lips over and was forcing that inside as I tried to penetrate myself with 
the cucumber, because when I tried again, I held my pussy apart with one 
hand and felt it start to slide in.
Balancing the cuke with one hand while holding my lips apart with the other, 
I let my weight carry my down, driving the end inside me. I had to pause, I 
felt myself stretched farther than I ever had been before, but felt no pain, 
just a tightness, like a morning stretch, but centered in-between my legs. I 
continued lowering myself, feeling the smooth yet uneven texture of the 
cucumber slide inside me, inches at a time. By the time I had lowered myself 
almost all the way to my hand at the base of this mini tower below me, I was 
overwhelmed by the feeling of fullness within me. When I pussy made contact 
with my hand, I felt the end of the cuke bump against me inside and I 
stopped, taking in the sensations.
Unless you are a woman, I don't know that I can effectivly describe the 
feelings I was having. Full is really the only way. The closest I can think 
of it, and its not very, is it was like when you take the first bite of a 
meal when hungry, just a satiation of a need. Satisfaction of a need, like 
thirst, that you didn't know you had. I just felt complete, which was odd 
since I had never noticed anything lacking before.
As I sat impaled on the green tube, I heard myself emit a low moan of 
pleasure. I relished the sensations within my body, the fullness, the slight 
stretching of my vaginal muscles, the tension in my thighs as I held my 
postion. At the same time, I became aware of the feel of my hair, as it lay 
upon my back and spilled over my shoulders. Full of vegetable, all of my 
senses seemed to heighten.
After a full minute of just sitting with my newfound pleasure, I began to 
move. I held onto the base of the cuke, and pulled myself upwards, feeling 
the muscles in my legs contract as the mass inside me withdrew. I only got 
half way up before I was overwhelmed and dropped back down, completely 
filling myself again. The suddenness of my action caused a grunt from my 
lips as I felt myself become full again. As I had lifted, removing some the 
intruder within, I had felt a sense of loss, of emptiness and need. 
Gradually, I worked myself up and down, farther up each time, then 
descending, fucking my cavity with my new friend.
The feeling of having something moving in and out of my body was glorious, 
the alternating fullness and emptiness filling my head. I felt a tightening 
in my lower body, and constricting until I orgasmed again.
My inner muscles contracted and I felt myself shake as I convulsed on my 
knees, my head falling back over shoulder and a moan escaping. I could feel 
each contraction as my pussy gripped at its companion. It didn't last as 
long as my earlier release had, but was more intense. After my body had 
calmed, I simply hovered on my bent knees; the cucumber fully inserted 
between my legs, and enjoyed the twitching of my vagina.
I also didn't pass out this time. I simply caught my breath and reveled in 
the endorphins coursing through my blood. After my pussy had stopped 
quaking, no more little contractions, I began thinking about what was next.
As I contemplated my next experiment, I practiced contracting, squeezing my 
newfound muscles around the object within. Again, I wondered how strong 
those muscles were, so I let go of the cucumber, and squeezed, at the same 
time raising up. I didn't feel it slide out, but stay firmly locked in my 
hole. Leaving it there, I rearranged so I was sitting against the couch, 3 
inches of green skin sticking out between by legs. Again I grabbed the cuke 
with one hand and pulled, while gripping it within. I could pull it out, put 
I could also feel the resistance; it slid out easily when I relaxed, but I 
had to use some effort when I clamped.
Pushing it back inside, as deep as my body would allow, I just concentrated 
on squeezing, thinking that it was like gym, only better feeling. During my 
contractions, I watched as I gave a particularly hard squeeze, the cucumber 
would slide out of me some. I pushed it back in, and tried again. After a 
few attempts, I figured out the muscles to use to eject the cuke from inside 
me. My pussy seemed to be its own little person, full of its own special 
talents. With a final effort, I pushed hard, and the cucumber slid all the 
way out of me onto the floor.
I had to conflicting sensations when this happened, both a sense of relief, 
and of longing. MY pussy felt small, empty now that its toy was gone, but I 
also welcomed the feeling of normalcy between my legs. Well, almost normal. 
I could still feel how wet I was, as well as being aware of my pussy. I felt 
it, inside outside, just there. Like when you concentrate and can feel your 
hand, instead of just taking it for granted.
The warmth of the fire also registered again, and I moved to put more wood 
on it. Sufficiently stoked, I looked around me, trying to think if there was 
anything else to try. I stood by the hearth, letting the heat wash over me 
and stared out the window at the falling snow. I felt warm, and satisfied. 
Hell, I'd just had two amazing orgasms, but I still wasn't settled in my 
head that I knew what I needed to know. In an hour and half, I learned more 
about what my body, what i, liked in sex than in the previous 26 years. I 
thought about the lessons I had taught myself, and found my next experiment 
within those lessons.
Like fingers, I found that more seemed to feel better. The cucumber had 
filled me, with relative ease, and I wondered what it would be like to have 
something significant within the confines of my pussy. My eyes came to rest 
on the lime and figured it was worth a shot.
With my back to the fire, I bent and picked up the lime. I didn't feel any 
bigger around than the cucumber, but I decided to try it anyway. Spreading 
my legs to shoulder width, I crouched down slightly, opening the space 
between my legs but still maintaining my balance. Cupping the lime in my 
hand, I rubbed over my splayed open sex, coating in my moisture. Once I felt 
my grip on it become a little slippery, I turned it in my hand and brought 
it to the opening of my tunnel. With a little push, I felt the fruit slide 
inside, much easier than the cucumber, until pop! And it was gone.
I panicked. I didn't know what to do, I felt the lime inside, like a rock 
within my stomach, but when I brought my fingers to the opening of my hole, 
it was closed. Shit! How am I going to get his out? Fear and embarrassment 
flooded through me as I imagined having to go to the hospital on this 
miserable night to have part of the contents of my crisper removed.  Then I 
relaxed. I simply pushed, and I felt the entrance to my hole expand as my 
inner muscles pushed the lime out.
Relived at my success, I just let the lime fall from between my legs to the 
floor where it rolled against a book, and got another cigarette from my 
purse. Standing next to the fire smoking, I tried to decide if that little 
scare was enough to put an end to my explorations. Losing the lime had 
definitely panicked me, but my curiosity about this new side of my being was 
also still aroused. The beer bottle next to the sofa made my decision for 
me.
Flicking the half-smoked cigarette into the fire, I hefted the glass bottle 
and felt its mass. I curled my fingers around it, no where near touching, 
making it larger than the cucumber. It felt heavy in my hand; I ran through 
my head the implications. I would have to stretch a lot to get it in, but I 
could get it out by the neck. I wondered if I did get it in, would my pussy 
be forever stretched out? I didn't want that, for I wanted John to get as 
much pleasure from me as he could, but I was also curious. If I stretched 
out a little, maybe John would last longer, and worst case scenario, I had 
learned new muscles inside and could just learn to clamp him through sex.
My mind up, I assumed the same position I had to get the cucumber in, 
kneeling before the fire. I brought the bottle to my mouth, and licked all 
around the bottom of it. I was wet, but knew that this was going to take 
work. Resting the bottle on the floor, I gasped it by the neck, upside down 
and lowered my awaiting pussy to it.
The bottle felt cold against my pussy, and hard. Momentarily, I froze, 
worrying what would happen if it broke, but sense overcame my concern as I 
thought about how tough a bottle was. Again using my free hand to spread my 
lips I began pushing against the cold flat surface below. I pushed harder, 
and the bottle slid back, through the cleft of my ass. I repositioned, and 
got a firmer grip on the neck.
Concentrating, I pushed myself down, pressing against the bottom of the beer 
bottle pointing at my pussy. I pushed harder, feeling only pressure around 
the outside of my sex. Relaxing, I took a deep breath, and felt my pussy 
opening. It was like a mouth between my legs was yawning, slowly opening as 
I exhaled in unison. Still I opened, and felt the bottle beginning to move. 
Not wanting to lose it, I applied a little more pressure, until I felt the 
walls of my hole sink past the edges onto the sides of the bottle.
I had to pause, my breathing was coming in gasps, and my pussy was sending 
strange signals to my brain, telling me to push, to force this intruder out. 
But I held still, willing my breathing back to a normal pace. Once I was 
sufficiently calmed, I lowered myself again, feeling my vagina deep inside 
expanding, but strangely very little at the very opening. The smooth glass 
just slid, where as I had felt each irregularity of the cucumber, there was 
almost no sensation except of my inner cavity expanding as the bottle 
traveled farther inside. More and more sank inside me, expanding within me 
as I stretched to accommodate it girth, until I felt the opening to my hole 
collapsing, the bottle's taper allowing it to close.
Once I felt my pussy make contact with my hand, I stilled, breathing, 
concentrating on the immensity within in me. I felt engorged, stuffed, 
stretched. Releasing the bottleneck, I raised up, the bottle remaining 
trapped in my womb. Shakily, I got to my feet, the glass neck poking my legs 
when I brought them together. I ran a hand across my belly, almost 
absentmindedly, but started when I could feel a slight plumpness to my 
normally taught lower belly. I ran my hand across it again, and it was 
definitely there, I tightened area, pushing away from me, where the bottle 
was imbedded.
I didn't feel anything, except full. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't a 
huge turn on either. I didn't have the same feeling of urgency for release I 
had with the cucumber, more of an odd new sensation. Where the cucumber had 
felt like the first few bites of a delicious meal, this felt like after 
thanksgiving deserts. I didn't want to pull it out yet; I wanted to see this 
strange sight. So feeling a little awkward, I made my way towards the 
bedroom and mirror.

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