S***.
Rachel cursed at the new purple blossoms on her face.
I love him.
She could hide her thighs with jeans and her arms with sleeves or make up.
They’ll see.
There was nothing she could do to disguise the swelling that was forcing her eye shut.
I’m going away.
He couldn’t hit her there.
Rachel cursed at the new purple blossoms on her face.
I love him.
She could hide her thighs with jeans and her arms with sleeves or make up.
They’ll see.
There was nothing she could do to disguise the swelling that was forcing her eye shut.
I’m going away.
He couldn’t hit her there.
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