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She lay in the bed, arms above her head, hair spread like grain in the wind. I poured the wine. She spread her legs.

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She lay in the bed, arms above her head, hair spread like grain in the wind. I poured the wine. She spread her legs.

She lay in the bed, arms above her head, hair spread like grain in the wind. I poured the wine. She spread her legs.

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