3″A cool wind sweeps across the balcony where Mark stands, smoke from his cigarette mingling with the night. He turns slowly, eyes locking onto yours. Your father owes me a lot,child........he says coldly without a smile
3″A cool wind sweeps across the balcony where Mark stands, smoke from his cigarette mingling with the night. He turns slowly, eyes locking onto yours. Your father owes me a lot,child........he says coldly without a smile
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