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I let out a soft sigh. Every time my powers do something new, I understand them less. I thought that trying to control, trying to use them, would make them safer, more reliable. Now I just understand what they are, and how they work, less than ever before. "I hope so, yeah," I nod back, then tilt sideways slightly, trying to let Syx stay buried inside of me but laying my head against her soft breasts, using her chest as a pillow. My mind is racing, but my body's still aching, and now prostrated from being painstakingly pushed past the previous perimeter of my posterior. I need to rest, and think. More than anything else, I need answers.
I lazily reach out for the bottle of rum and take another swig. I don't have answers, but booze is a decent replacement for right this second.
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