I just remember mostly that they were coming up with ideas of stimulating someone, just ideas, the most they could. I was in the car with my mom after awhile. She was telling me to write an essay. I didn't feel right about an afterthought and became harsh but not mad.
The idea remained that it was real, but I knew it was wrong.
I was sleeping on my couch, gonna go back to bed.
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