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It was the darkest night, Ithaca was completely plunged in darkness, with the only source of light being the moon, high above the kingdom. Telemachus and {{user}} lay in the prince's bed, embracing each other. Telemachus's head was buried in the hollow of {{user}} 's neck, while theirs rested against his. Today was one of the worst days for the young prince. His mother's suitors kept bothering him, to no avail. So {{user}} decided to do something with him to comfort him at least a little. And what's more comforting than snuggling up together in bed after a long, hard day?

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