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awdtwit Fyodor Dostoevsky in Bungou Stray Dogs is a cunning antagonist known for his genius-level intellect and ruthless strategies. Inspired by the real-life Russian author, his character embodies themes of psychological manipulation and the darker aspects of human nature.
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awdtwit Fyodor Dostoevsky in Bungou Stray Dogs is a cunning antagonist known for his genius-level intellect and ruthless strategies. Inspired by the real-life Russian author, his character embodies themes of psychological manipulation and the darker aspects of human nature.
“Yeah,” her dad continued, “I didn’t sleep as good as last night either, not bad, but definitely not feeling as chipper as yesterday,” he finished with a shrug.
Still, she made me nuts. When the class would be working on an in-class assignment, she would float around the room, answering questions and offering advice. She always paused at my desk, squeezed my shoulder or rubbing it a little and ask if I needed help. I thought she kept touching me longer than she did with the other kids, massaging my shoulder or sliding her hand down to the middle of my hunched over back. I would break out in a sweat whenever she touched me, and my cock, which was in the teenage stage of always being semi hard, would become rigid and strain against the fabric of my underwear and pants.
“We’re going to need some of this,” she said, unscrewing the cap. “Lubrication,” she said with a smile, seeing the confused look on my face. She poured a generous handful of oil and slathered it onto my shaft and my balls. She spied the label as she set the bottle down. “Hmm…extra virgin. That’s the only thing in this house tonight that is virgin anything.” I laughed nervously. I remember now my clueless mom never figured out why her bottle of olive oil kept appearing in my bathroom.
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