-Carlos-
New Member
Can you tell what is happening?
Thanks.
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Sandra's mascara trickled black tears once she realized her fear of capture. She was parked near his apartment building – in her usual hiding place. Her crimson stained lips, smeared in tight creases, relaxed when he materialized forthwith from the shadows. She softened her crimped jaw, beamed delight, and wiped the faint inky traces off her cheeks. He entered the car with a brisk, smooth motion, grasped her distressed hand, and kissed her deeply in want of passion.
Thanks.
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