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Day four of snuggling the Gnoll. He no longer struggles, it is as though the ember which fuelled his inner furnace has now dissipated and withered away, capitulating afore the snuggles and caresses which I proffer unto him. After every bout of panting, he lies panting and awash with my thickened, tangible glops of life, which I sprinkle and purify his frame with. In future, I endeavour to persist in more meticulous and thorough massages, now that the initial stage has completed and the prophecy of the inevitable conquest and onslaught has been fulfilled.