Lake Lewisia #748

"I don't care what they say," she insisted, slapping down the surgical solution brochures and testimonial pamphlets on the hall table along with her keys, in a rant that had started before she even got the front door open. Her extra appendages curled protectively around her belly, tentacle tips stroking and soothing without her conscious awareness. "Just because there's more of me than is...standard, doesn't mean it needs to be hacked off and slimmed down and, and--fixed," she said, fury giving her confidence in the worth of her body that no doctor's scalpel ever could.

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LL#748