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48.1. Off to Russia

  • 15 Jun, 2025 ยท Mature

๐‘๐ฎ๐๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐Ž๐•

The room was bathed in golden light, soft and warm but for me it was her who lit it up. My rainbow.

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