The collector

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I meant to borrow her skin while she falls asleep.
The truth, I despised cute girls.
No, I'm not butchering her, I will extract a small part of her skin, her cheeks to be exact.
Stop asking, stop my brain hurts.
Darling, you should comprehend me, I'm a busy man.
Oh, oh I'm sorry.
Wait, don't leave, you have lovely cheeks.

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