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Ongoing, First published Oct 09, 2017
"Respect kills evil"Nonita said softly patting both of my clasped hands in hers,tenderly caressing the soft skin of my hand invading warmth through my whole body.

Bitting my lower lip I casted my eyes over the field where he stood arm crossed over his board chest,He rose a brow in taking a shaky breathe I hesitantly typed with trembling fingers on my iPod:
"what if evil kills respect before respect cast it spell Nonita?"

She smiled shaking her head,as I stripped my eyes away from the intimidating male son of Cristiano Ronaldo the devil himself in flesh.

"Ever heard of water and fire?"I nodded repetitively to answer her question.

"Water would always overpower the fire,Mi cariño"it dawned me that her words were nothing but truthful.
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