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"I don't really think that's necessary. She's fine the way she is," Rune insists. I shake my head disappointedly, "I'm blind, Rune. I can't see. I'll never be able to see unless I take this opportunity." Rune gives me a pleading glance, "Your fine, Lorelei." I shake my head once again, "Dr. Chang, I'll do it. When do we start?" *~*~* Lorelei Stone became blind when she was ten when her house was burnt down by her father's enemy, Dr. Cannonsworth Lorelei hasn't been the same since. Twelve years later Lorelei moved to Crestone, the capital Citric, from her old childhood home and moved in with her fiancé, Rune, a scientist for her father's department in biological anthropology. When Rune invites his new bosses to his home for a nice dinner, his bosses wanted to do more than talk about work and politics. They wanted Lorelei.
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