Placeholder: [giant rubber duck in new wave of british heavy metal] As the moon cast a silvery glow through the window, she found herself alone in her luxurious bathtub. The warm water embraced her body, soothing her muscles after a long day of writing steamy scenes for her latest novel. Her gaze fell upon the rubber duck floating innocently in the water, a whimsical contrast to the sensuality that usually filled her thoughts. With a sly smile, she brought the rubber duck closer, her imagination running wild [giant rubber duck in new wave of british heavy metal] As the moon cast a silvery glow through the window, she found herself alone in her luxurious bathtub. The warm water embraced her body, soothing her muscles after a long day of writing steamy scenes for her latest novel. Her gaze fell upon the rubber duck floating innocently in the water, a whimsical contrast to the sensuality that usually filled her thoughts. With a sly smile, she brought the rubber duck closer, her imagination running wild

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[giant rubber duck in new wave of british heavy metal] As the moon cast a silvery glow through the window, she found herself alone in her luxurious bathtub. The warm water embraced her body, soothing her muscles after a long day of writing steamy scenes for her latest novel. Her gaze fell upon the rubber duck floating innocently in the water, a whimsical contrast to the sensuality that usually filled her thoughts. With a sly smile, she brought the rubber duck closer, her imagination running wild

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