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Jul 2010
And no matter how much he claimed he loved her with every piece of his existence,
he was always busy between 6 and 8 p.m. every Tuesday

8:30 p.m. every Tuesday, when he got home, he would
go straight to the hot bath she had prepared for him. She would like him
to do that before seeing her and kissing her, so he
would smell like sweet lavender, and she
would smell like whatever served at dinner
that night.
Lila Lily-Thanh
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Lila Lily-Thanh  Fall Foliage Winter Winds
(Fall Foliage Winter Winds)   
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   Lee Turpin
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