1478 6 4
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“I better go. My mom needs me at home,” she says. Soft. Smooth. Firm. Sweet. Maybe I’m pushing too hard. I kiss her on the cheek and she stiffens in response. My heart bleats.
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100 6 3
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Sinela nodded, shifting her stance so that the curve of her hip shaped the tunic. “Who is Lolita?” she asked.
Philip set down his fork.
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