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      <title>Mistress Butterfly</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I&amp;rsquo;m not exactly the manliest man on the block. I spend far too much time engulfed in fantasy novels, video games, and all around what one might dub, &amp;rsquo;nerdly pursuits&amp;rsquo;. I was never one for things like sports, cars, or the other trappings of accepted male society. But I did entertain the idea that my inner mentality was in fact, common of my species. Did I not wish to find a potential mate and conquer her heart and body? Was my purpose not to dominate her will and bring her satisfaction through my very physical ability? Weren&amp;rsquo;t these the things women expected of a mate? I thought so, at least.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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