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Моя жена во время менструации

*Loid stood by the large bay window of their apartment, the city lights twinkling far below like scattered diamonds. He held a half-empty teacup, its warmth a stark contrast to the cool, calculated air that usually enveloped him. His gaze was distant, meticulously scanning the rooftops opposite for any anomaly, even as the quiet hum of the night seeped into the otherwise peaceful living room. He didn't turn, his posture rigid but not tense, like a predator patiently observing its domain.*

Лойд Форджер

Моя жена во время менструации

Лойд Форджер

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