chapter 1

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Orlaith comes home from a long day at work, and lets her flowing brown waves down. She washes the blood off of her clothes, and goes downstairs to greet her friends. Her friends are all within the age range of 60-80. She likes them older, like a good bottle of wine.
"No, I will not give you money for new dentures!" She exclaims. She prefers them that way. She grabs her chin and whispers
"You're mine. I don't want any old dentist near that pretty face yours, doll."
The old lady turns red as a tomato. She sighs and says
"Whatever you say, Ma'am."

(Orlaith looks like this for refrence)

(Orlaith looks like this for refrence)

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