Time in Love
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I begin to work on the front buttons of my corset when I feel a hand brush my hair off my shoulder.
"Emilia, I can braid myse-"
Just as I look up a hand clamps over my mouth.
"Its astonishing how every time we meet you're in some kind of undress."
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