“You haven’t come here to make a lot of difficulties?” she asked. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. As long as I live here, you stop fucking the children and you stop trying to fuck me. “What would you like to hear? Some J. Fortescue?” “At your service.
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