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" "Worth anything?" "I don't know. He pulsed and thrust as he released himself into her body. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. I'll have no such toast drunk at my table!" "It's the king's birthday," urged the woollen draper. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color.
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