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She gave up as he finished, spending himself in her mouth. Make no promises on a night where I have burdened you with such awful knowledge. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. With trembling fingers she opened the post-bag.
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