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He was not like a naughty puppy, who conceived a dirty trick, or something like a rapist maniac who chose a victim. The tip of the wet tongue occasionally appeared at the corners of the mouth; eyes the color of milk chocolate eagerly ran around, stopping for a fraction of seconds at the beautiful women, which, by the way, the bar was enough.
Amal forced herself to look away from Angelo. There was nothing attractive about him; rather, on the contrary, he aroused in her a cross between contempt and disgust ...
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Amal forced herself to look away from Angelo. There was nothing attractive about him; rather, on the contrary, he aroused in her a cross between contempt and disgust ...
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