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I choose Freya
Dennis Freya stepped out of the closet, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. She stood there in an emerald green gown that hugged her curves like it was designed by the gods themselves. Her hair rolled over her shoulders in soft waves, and her lips… those damn lips were painted a shade of red that could drive any man to his knees. “Wow…” I muttered, unable to hide the way my eyes drank her in. She smirked slightly, adjusting one of her earrings. “You’re staring, Dennis.” “Can you blame me? I love what I see in front of me.” I walked over and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. “You’re stunning, Freya. Absolutely breathtaking. I thank God for the day you came into my life. I can't just imagine some other man having you but me.” I added, while she smiled soft
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