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“To anyone who fantasizes about (*ahem* masturbates to) the person of their dreams, despite wondering if they exist. Don't worry, they do. Even if they're a little different than what you expected, I can promise they're even better than anything you've ever imagined. The key to finding them (or them finding you) is often just a matter of first falling in love with [and treating yourself] the way you dream of them doing so with you. Easier said than done, I know, but if it's any consolation, I love you. (Dedication)”

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My Blood Is Yours

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