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The King 55

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Akemi said he’d said she reminded him of a Latvian woman because her hair was straight, fine, flaxen like a Northern European’s, though not blond, and she had long legs and high breasts and ass. Akemi had revealed a lot to Mitchell about the event. Some details, like the latter, came one by one. He found them tantalizing. He couldn’t help seeing the circumstance, especially as it receded into the past, as a sex story, despite knowing the disaster it had been for Akemi. Short chapters. New episode added most days.

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