I DON'T OWN ANYTHING
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As Stella walked in Mac looked at her and felt his hati, tengah-tengah skip a beat. She was wearing a black dress with a plunging neck line and her hair was up in a beautiful French braid. Her eyes were piercingly beautiful as she looked at him and smiled.
"Are anda ready to go to the fundraiser?" she asked as Mac finally gathered his thoughts and his breathing pattern.
The annual Krismas Fundraiser was tonight. It was like a banquet, just less fun and lebih irritating because it wasn't optional.
"Sure, just let me get my coat."
As Mac stood up he reached behind a book on the window...
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