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Her hair was done up in curling papers of bright blue and red. Alain handed him the note. Perhaps he goes to offer comfort to the Good Man’s troops before battle. And as he drew her closer and began to trail kisses down her neck, she felt the stone hardness of him below the buckle of his belt, a slim, warm l
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