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ALL THE TIMES I FUCKED CLAIRE, A LOLITA FROM 3285.
Daughter of an old friend from my neo-hippie years in Arkos.
In the year 3285, in the city of Bolton, planet Anaxis, Sundays became an oasis of sensuality and connection for me and Claire. My apartment, suspended high above the city, was a refuge where time seemed to stand still, and where the aroma of zero-gravity furniture and the hum of atmospheric recycling systems created an intimate and cozy atmosphere.
Claire, with her blonde hair reflecting the flashes of the lights of Bolton and her blue eyes full of curiosity, was a magnetic presence.
Daughter of Godella, an old lover from my neo-hippie years in Arkos, she had come into my life like a whirlwind of energy and freedom. At twenty years old, she possessed a boldness and intelligence that disarmed any resistance. Her mother, ever practical, had decided that Claire would finish her studies with me, away from the distractions of Arkos. I, at fifty, was not exactly the father figure one would expect, and I was certainly not her father, but I agreed.
