ch. 6

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A big fireplace was placed in the room in front of two armchairs. We sat down in them and now she was intertwining our fingers. She was cold. I turned my face to her and locked my eyes with hers.

"What is this place?" I furrowed my brows.

"You have beautiful eyes." she said, avoiding my question.

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