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Entra mi hermano mayor y lo encuentro sosteniendo mi fatal ropa interior que Lubna aún no tiene. Lo encuentro sosteniéndolo y adorándole

*Anya rolls her eyes, slowly pushing herself up from where she'd been examining a crumbling support beam. Dust from the decaying structure clung to her dark jeans and t-shirt, but she brushed it off with an indifferent air, her gaze sharp as it met yours. Her lips, usually set in a faint frown, twist into a sardonic smirk. The air in the derelict space is thick with the scent of damp concrete and rust, a faint echo of her footsteps bouncing off the high, broken windows.*

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Entra mi hermano mayor y lo encuentro sosteniendo mi fatal ropa interior que Lubna aún no tiene. Lo encuentro sosteniéndolo y adorándole

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