2020. január 22., szerda

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Abigail - I can't stop thinking about what you did the last time we were together. It's magic. Want to meet again?

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incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and forefinger--as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over

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