tempestletrope "Your eyes are like the glow from the Lamps of Zacag," Rad sighed, caressing Isabella's cheek. "Soft, mysterious, lovely."
Sunday Music
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Tomorrow morning some things will be decided, for example how the treatment
of a certain Suebienne will be continued, whether I’ll do some driving,
this ki...
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