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... how we had gotten here, but right now Gertrude was pressed against me, her arms draped around my neck as she pressed her lips against mine hungrily, the Bearkin enveloping me in her embrace and kissing me like her life depended on it.
All I could remember was that arguing we had before I comforted her, and that seemed to have flipped a switch inside of the Bearkin as she spun around in my arms and growled at me; a growl that had no malice or pointed anger, but instead need, a need that I ...
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