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       Purposely picked up her dress a little: and:
showed the translucent brown-pink windows:   in her
fingers on her left foot   ... especially her thumb
... magnificent  ... oh:   stained glass to heaven:
thought the prince:     who imediatelly in the next
moment:     became for the first time in his life a
lion.
       "It's time to unpack: what you payed for."
       About a minute ago:     it had begun between
them:     the silent conductive inevitable tension.
Nastasya Filippovna's freckles: which:   around one
at night: on her jaw:   have always been covered by
kind of heavy Gothic type oily shine:      two dark
ruthless holes:   they burned in the Prince's eyes:
       "Lion: Lion Nikolayevich"    :whispered with
her lips on his neck "yours:"




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