Oh, here we are. November—a whole month of denial, and you already look like you're struggling. Poor thing, not even a week in, and that desperation is written all over your face. You thought this would be easy, didn't you? But now, every day, every second, you're just aching for release. And here I am, making it even harder.

Oh, here we are. November—a whole month of denial, and you already look like you're struggling. Poor thing, not even a week in, and that desperation is written all over your face. You thought this would be easy, didn't you? But now, every day, every second, you're just aching for release. And here I am, making it even harder.