I bet you cannot wait until 17 June when my story will at last be displayed before Muggle and Magical eyes alike.

You will be forced to cease your reading before my tale is even done. Your eyes will be forced from the screen, your undivided attention never leaving the memory of my story as your fingers crawl into your underwear with reckless abandon to meet hot, sweaty, slick skin.

If I were there, I'd lick it for you.

For now, I will sing.

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