She could still smell the now familiar scent of him on the girl's body in the makeshift grave. The wine bubbled and seethed; and the exquisite bouquet of oranges permeated the room. . His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter. ‘He don’t mean you no harm. “Annabel!” she exclaimed.
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