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Mother pricked her index on a holly bush. A trickle of blood succumbed to the crater, crossing the lines of her palm. She sanctioned a frown. On her hand now lay a staining scarlet winter berry.
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Mar 23, 2022
Mar 23, 2022 at 7:02 PM UTC
dplynch
Mother’s Lust for Uzvar
Mother pricked her index on a holly bush. A trickle of blood succumbed to the crater, crossing the lines of her palm. She sanctioned a frown. On her hand now lay a staining scarlet winter berry.
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