Tenderness by The Neck
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Última publicación lun, feb 17, 2025
The cold wind hit me like a bullet. I took a step but the floor was so slippery that I was unable to catch myself. I almost fell forward into the pile of dreadful snow below me. Then suddenly a hand wrapped around me. It was a large bulky arm that gripped my waist from behind. The man who had been silently awaiting as I moved slowly down the aisle was now holding my tiny body up with a single arm. I turned slightly to see my savior. "T-Thank you..." I mumbled with my freezing lungs.
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