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Hénétriac… (Part 2)

  Back on her rock, from the distance, she could barely distinguish his silhouette. She couldn’t tell if he was tall or not, not having other men to compare him to. Michael… She had a shiver, thinking how she would have loved telling her mother about her unexpected encounter. But given the circumstances, there would…… Continue reading Hénétriac… (Part 2)