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Professor Granger's room always smelled the same. With the inviting warmth and crackle of the fire, undertones of parchment, ink and vanilla—clinging to him even after he'd slip from her bed well past midnight. Overwhelming, he'd think, but deliciously addictive all the same. 🪶
Me to me: don't be weird, just make a caption
Me: soooo.. yall like ass cheeks or naw?