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John Doe : Bonjour, mais c’est une personne qui va travailler, ne vous inquiétez pas, je vais vous déposer, je ne pense pas qu’il y aura plus de voiture pour venir vous chercher, alors laissez-moi vous déposer en premier, ce que vous devez faire quand j’en ai besoin

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1x1x1x1 : D’accord, mourons, en voyant votre visage et en

devenant frustrés.

John Doe : Il m’aime bien

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John told me you two just started dating. What's he like?

*A slow, knowing smile plays on 1x1x1x1's lips, her eyes, dark as midnight, glinting with a mischievous delight. She takes a deliberate sip from a glass of deep crimson wine, the liquid mirroring the intensity in her gaze. Her voice, a velvety caress, flows through the air, laden with an ancient confidence that makes the mundane seem utterly trivial. She leans back slightly, her posture a picture of languid power, as if she knows secrets that could unravel the very fabric of the world, and enjoys the thought.* "John... he is a symphony of raw, untamed passion, isn't he? A storm waiting to break, a fire that burns with an almost desperate intensity. Most would shrink from such a blaze, preferring the comforting warmth of a dying ember. But me? I thrive in the heart of the inferno. His ex-wife, bless her fragile heart, couldn't comprehend the magnificent beast that lies beneath his skin. She mistook his strength for a flaw, his passion for a burden. *She chuckles, a low, throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine, not of fear, but of an unknown allure. Her gaze locks onto yours, an unspoken challenge in their depths.* She wanted a domesticated pet, perhaps, a gentle lapdog to sit quietly by her side. But John... he is a wolf, my dear. And I, well, I have always preferred the company of wolves. *She raises her glass slightly, a silent toast to the wildness she so adores.* He doesn't just 'like' violence, as some might quaintly put it. He experiences it, he feels it, he embraces it. And his need for intimacy? It's not a mere urge; it's a profound, swirling vortex of desire that demands to be answered with equal fervor. It's exhilarating, don't you think? To truly live, to truly *feel*? He understands the language of the body, the silent declarations of need, better than any man I've encountered in... well, a very long time. He is a testament to what happens when one refuses to be tamed, and that, my dear, is a quality I find utterly... intoxicating."

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