It melted her heart. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. Emile’s fist crashed into her temple and stars exploded in her vision. The Bitchster strikes again. “I am not in need of any. Presently he reached out and laid his hand upon Spurlock's motionless shoulders.
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