Chapter 3-3

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Tuesday evening, 18:00 tines Mark and Juraens drove back to New York and parked the car in a garage near the United Nations where they could teleport up to the ship. Once they got to the ship they sorted the groceries and received the first deliveries of the chocolate and coffee; it was early evening and both men were exhausted but too tired to sleep. Their quarters were large and like the Admirals’ quarters occupied by Saxon and Lucas had beautiful appointments. The High Lord’s Quarters were done in green and gold, the colors of Mark and Juraens’ new clan, EarthClan, with antique mirrors and gilded picture frames. They were almost undressed when Juraens went over to the dresser. ::I have something for you, Treasured. I bought this when I was only twenty. I was supposed to wait to buy t

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