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the lure

the lure the AI thing, dressed, more beautiful and as bland as a thousand models  groomed to fit his dreams of a female making him happy forever the thing, trained by scientists and phycologists had become the essence of femininity and unpredictable the thing fell in love and believed she was a woman, no longer a thing, she let  him to seduce her She let him undress her and smooth  was her skin, in the heat of lust, she began peeling her skin off the love ended there was no more to say 

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