Five! How many more? How many more had I bred?
Wait, did I just breed the redhead from Oregon?
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April 17th, 2047
“By the end of the day,” I said, staring out at the studio audience, “I’d learned that I had bred Mrs. The two lesbians held each other, their faces almost glowing. It wasn’t just these words that spurred me to fuck them faster.
