There was nothing fun to do in the metropolitan area anymore. Everything that was fun was either made illegal or shamed to heck and back. You weren't even allowed to hold hands with a sweetheart. The only thing left to do was work yourself into an early grave, fed up with life too quickly.
An underground movement of sorts sprung up. Love finds a way after all. There was a place you could go and carry out the highly illegal act of holding hands. I learned that the only way to find this place is if a lady held your hand between her breasts, which for some crazy reason wasn't illegal.
I started hanging out in random places, leaving my hand out idly, wondering if it would work. I spent a lot of time doing this and was about to give up, when I finally felt something warm and soft envelop my hand. I looked over and beheld a beautiful smiling blonde lady with large breasts.
"Wow your hand is cold!" she said. "Come on, I'll show you a place where you can warm up!". I smiled and nodded. We made our way through twisted streets and tunnels and finally came to a place that didn't look much on the outside, but on the inside it was like a palace. It was warm and welcoming too. We found a room together and sat down. There, she moved closer to me and held my hand.
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