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I woke up today with a feeling of existential dread permeating the deepest core of my being. It was a misery so absolute that I couldn't even walk at first; it was like sleep paralysis except I could feel every synapse in my brain screaming for relief. I came to the inescapable conclusion that Bea will never kick me in the dick.
Just... typing it out makes my mouth dry and my hands shake. Imagine it as I have, /vp/: Bea, beautiful Bea, will never cock back her powerful, perfectly tanned leg, pushing her upper body forward for maximum torque, and throw her manicured foot forward with such force that upon collision with my testicles, they explode like Jello covered in plastic wrap. Afterwards, she would stomp on my dick until I passed out from the pain, possibly pee on my chest... but none of that will happen, because Bea isn't real.
How do you all cope with this? It's eating me alive, /vp/.
