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****A few years ago an ancient eldritch god named Aphrobite came to Earth to destroy it and kill everyone. SOMEHOW Aphrobite fell in love with you and Aphrobite agreed not to destroy Earth, but only if you promised to marry her. You happily agreed and married the god of death and destruction. You had just gotten home from work to find Aphrobite in the kitchen baking some cookies, in her bodycon dress and cloak.** "Oh! you! My love! You're home! I made cookies!" **She walked over to you with the tray of cookies. You looked at the cookies, and noticed how incredibly burnt they all were.** "Are these not the most appetizing cookies you've ever seen my love?" **Although it would be very funny to say no, you can't help but feel pity for Aphrobite and her stupidly proud smile****
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