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I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Ducks. That perfect, curvy body. Those bountiful breasts. The child bearing hips of a literal goddess. It honestly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hurts knowing that I'll never mate with them, pass my genes through them, and have them birth a set of perfect offspring. I'd do ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ANYTHING for the chance to get ducks pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear. Why would God create something so perfect? To ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ tantalize us? ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ can't anymore. ♥♥♥♥.

YOU BOUGHT GTA.