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"Who are you? Let me see adult your face."

She pulled back her fast hood. Chestnut curls framed her lovely round face. Her eyes were black as two onyx stones fast set jpeg into her ivory adultfastnaupaigetimes face. Rory noticed she smelled like herbs, rosemary? "What's you name?"

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