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Mind Dust by HW

She couldn't stay in. They couldn't keep her out.

Arms and legs intertwined, bodies engulfed in a hot, musky, passionate heat. Who needs a man when you've got a woman?

They ask how a girl like that ever could have appealed to a straight-A, straight lace, straight straight straight Paige.

"It was chemical," is what she tells them.

Hormones were pulsating. Silly thoughts running through her mind. Her emotions were all screwed up.

Alex snorts, "Bullshit. Chemicals are for war."

Nuke the whales.

Love isn't war. And their love had been beautiful.