That was life. “Don’t you care for Mr. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony.
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