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Emcee never understood the love that people seemed to have in their hearts.
He'd fucked most of his coworkers but didn't feel a thing during any of those experiences outside of the physical euphoria it brought him.
When Sally started talking about her hopes and dreams with the new American in town, Emcee couldn't help but be a bit confused. He'd always assumed that things like love and romance were just activities that elderly folk partook in because they were old and bored.
He didn't realize it was real.
He began to wonder if maybe something was wrong with him. Or, well, there was plenty wrong with him, but maybe this was another thing to tack onto that list.
He couldn't force himself to really care when people kissed or touched him. To him, it was no different than the rest of his performances, and he began to feel a bit guilty because what if some of those people took it more to heart than he ever did?
So, if you kiss me, if we touch... Warning's fair, I don't care very much...