Waxing Crescent Moon

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Salvatore And Verlice The figure of the girl caught Salvatore's attention. Although she is scented like a rouge there's an aura of her that feels familiar. It was like he have met her before, he can't just draw out in his mind, when and where, although what was clear to him is that, he doesn't like her. Salvatore assumed she was one of those rouges who have reformed and chosen to live in the city. She's wearing nice denim jeans and a shirt that fits her slim body. She's at least decent. He thinks. But...oh...how I wanted to crush that thin body of hers! He thought to himself. Meanwhile Verlice was checking some stuff in the supermarket. This week Alex won't be visiting the apartment, so she has to do the shopping herself. Her guts tell her that some eyes were looking at her, observ

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