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March 14, 2012

 

 

It must have been the

scented aroma of

seasonal clementines

that aroused her senses

and made her recall the

first time she lay with

him,  in a house with

far too many bodies and far

too few beds – all quite

innocent – until daybreak

dawned when their future

was sealed and how they

squealed!

 

 

 

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