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“Oh, God,” I cursed. A grin crept onto her lips. “Pretty fucking close,” she said, breathing heavily. A pause followed. “But no. The opposite.” A wicked smile appeared on my face. She was sent to me by Satan himself.” — J.C. Böhme
Oh, God,” I cursed.
A grin crept onto her lips.
“Pretty fucking close,” she said, breathing heavily. A pause followed. “But no. The opposite.”
A wicked smile appeared on my face.
She was sent to me by Satan himself.