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A New Kind of Therapy
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Ryan closed the door behind him and, throwing his tired body against the wall, let out a sigh of relief. Immediately he put the heater on, then pulled off his gloves and hung his woolly hat on top of the coat rack. His enormous fluffy coat needed a little extra strength to remove. It was a wonderful stroll, he couldn't at all deny, but all the same he was relieved to feel the warmth of indoors. Now he could let loose and look fo
An Intimate Request (M/F)
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Outside the sky was colored by golden rays of the slowly approaching sunset, shining shyly from a pair of apartment blocks on the horizon. Veronica, sitting alone on a park bench, enjoyed a calming sense of peace offered by the evening summer breeze washing through her hair. Surrounding her, classmates and colleagues alike were sprawled out over the green fields; some leaning on tree trunks reading, others sitting in friendly gr
Medical Examination 2
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An overpowering feeling of regret was beginning to drown out Helen's thoughts. Regrets such as "why did I want to work in medicine?", and "why did I borrow sixty-thousand dollars for medical school?", and, perhaps the most immediate to her predicament, "why did I insist on working as a school nurse?". The shrinking p
Medical Examination 1
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The princess fell back onto her cushion-stuffed armchair with an audible thump. She'd always reveled in how soft and fluffy the seat was, that feeling of sinking in just as you sit down, though she was finding it more and more difficult to squeeze into it recently. Nestling her butt in comfortably, her gaze trailed back down to the pudgy belly poking out between her ankle-length skirt and ill-fitting bodice. Utterly in the open, it hung over her waistline and onto her lap. From it emanated ungod
Princess Guthrid
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Indigestion
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hlep i am traped
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It was kind of a strange request, I thought. Afterschool time was usually reserved for clubs and circles and such. So when Ms Lewis asked me to revisit the biology classroom today, I was a bit perplexed. What's more, she refused to tell me what I was volunteering for, that she'd explain once I'd arrived. It's not that I don't trust Ms Lewis, of course. Most of my friends find her strict, but I think the way she controls the clas
The Digestion Class
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"Class dismissed!" And upon the command of Miss Safar, dozens of miserable students locked up in that stale, stuffy classroom now stampeded out the door, back into the free world. The oriental mistress glared patronizingly at her host as she saw them out one by one. They flew by her, glued to their phones and gossiping with one another. Within seconds her room was barren of life once again. Well, apart from the young lady staring at her phone in the corner. Ashley was in a sulk. And s
Class dismissed
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"And here we go again." moaned the warrior, as yet another quest to kill grimy murlocs was shoved in his face. Stalvard was a warrior, born to fight and fought to die. He had been promised adventure, glory, riches and just generally cool loot. But the dreary eyes of the quest-givers thought he deserved otherwise. "Killing murlocs is fun!" they chanted at Stalvard. "They're adorable, huggable, and easy to crush!" Sometimes the warrior wondered if the monotonous drabs
An Unorthodox Quest
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"GRRRRLRLRLR" Zaelia's midsection gurgled obnoxiously. It echoed loud enough to be heard all the way in Silvermoon proper. The Sindorei glanced down admiringly at her stomach, almost oblivious to the horrified looks she was receiving across the street. As her belly rumbled lightly again, she smirked at her own twisted, sadistic thoughts. Any normal Blood Elf would have seen this as yet another inconvenient hint that they needed food. But anyone her knew Zaelia could tell from her expre
Blood elf's snack
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Ulrika swung her axe to and fro impatiently. Her queue had been delayed by a meagre little hunter wanting to fruitlessly prove himself in the arena. The crowd didn't need this. They needed a real brawler. Not one of these pansies who holds his weapon by the sharp end. No, no; a real fighter, one who could decimate her competition and give the crowd the fight they paid for! Ulrika growled, fiddling furiously with her ginger braids. The hunter fell unconscious. His opponent, a burly if pathetical
Brawler's Guild
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