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Chapter 173: a pain?
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... n glaring off its dilapidated facade.
The structure was a mess—sagging wooden siding shed curls of faded paint, cracked windows gaped like broken teeth, and the yard choked on a tangle of weeds, vines, and twisted trees, their roots buckling the cracked walkway.
The air reeked of mildew and decay, the Haven’s creaky walls behind them a faint comfort.
Freya shifted, her navy pants concealing the anal bead panties, each step sending a subtle, tingling jolt through her, her ...
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