the dog thing

I could pretend that dog like fecund creature that just passed by the door, was not asking. I could pretend that scent has nothing to do with who we are. I will not. She was asking, only one question. Does anyone live here, who might impregnate me? There is no other question. Like, am I ready, is this the right man, or how can we possibly provide?.
You see, when the veil is drawn, the elemental. This bitch, in heat, only wishes to function towards the end we all seek. It may be more of a program than we wish to know, at least on this conscious level. I wished to let him go, but to what end? He is intact, the fact considers him in high esteem among our interlopers. You do not know of what I speak, so learn.
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