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11. Princess gloves
They were going to pick the apples again. It was clear since the moment Sanaah showed up to the orchard and Zander was already waiting on the porch ready to pick the apples. It ruined her plan of ignoring him. The dream from the previous night had really messed her up. She was on his knees giving him head and now she can't even meet his eyes. It was so awkward. Why did she have to dream something like that? After that dream, she thought of calling her friends. She wanted to talk to them but they would start judging her. It's just their nature so she usually avoids calling them after f*****g things up. Sometimes she doesn't like spending time with them because all they do is talk about new ways of spending the money. That thought was new. She was never irked by them because before getting
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