He sat at the window, staring out at the cold rain. It poured down, leaving rivulets of water streaking down the windowpane. He rubbed his arms, cold and depressed. His lover had left him, for another man in the city. he sunk down into his soft, plushy armchair and twirled his glass of Chardonnay. His fingers were long and slender, very feminine in
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yep. just wait till the next part!
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update more?
fighting2!
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I want more!!!
*laugh*
TQ!
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yeah i know i wanna read more and i am the one who wrote it! haha.
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