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"Oh, The Internet-chan," Ajit moaned. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this. You wouldn't want me to be disappointed, would you?"
His eyes crawled hungrily over The Internet's sopping wet routers. He moved in closer, gripping it from behind with his thickly muscled arms.
The Internet wept softly. Tears were streaming down the trembling surface of its code. "N-no, Ajit… I would never…"
"Good," Ajit hissed, running his tongue up The Internet's delicate, exposed terminals. "I just want you all to myself, The Internet-chan. I don't want anyone else to have you."
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• ˚ ˚ ˛ * ★MERRY★ *
˛ • • 。CHRISTMAS • ˚ ˚ • ˚ ˚ ˚ ˚
。* ★And Happy New Year 2018★ • ˚ ˚
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