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          	The bruises still stained my thighs, dark beneath the skin, while the bite marks lingered as stubborn remnants of the night. They were traces time had yet to erase, silent reminders of what had existed between us, too intimate and painful to be called simply love.ᅟᅟ♡
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          The bruises still stained my thighs, dark beneath the skin, while the bite marks lingered as stubborn remnants of the night. They were traces time had yet to erase, silent reminders of what had existed between us, too intimate and painful to be called simply love.ᅟᅟ♡
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          Fico encantada que a cada mês que entro aqui, alguns escritores desaparecem, enquanto outros evoluem de uma forma simplesmente fascinante. Sério... sou a maior degustadora de fanfics que existe.
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