Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. At last, she breathed. I deserve pretty much what I’ve got. The oblique ruddy lighting distorted them oddly, made queer bars and patches of shadow upon their clothes. That might happen on her birthday—in August.
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