. . Michelle opened the door to her the master 44 bedroom. She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers. Lucy loved orchestras, the bittersweet tinge of rosin dust that hung in the air, the way that the sun shone through filthy windows illuminating the marimbas with a storybook light. “Are you cold?” He asked her, cocking his head to one side like a puppy, so close that the heat of his words warmed her cheek.
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