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part 59:Maan was reading his wife like a brail..
They were lost in one another, so lost that there was no stopping of time.. No care of eating... There was only space for love. Maan was reading his wife like a brail.. Every part was claimed by him, kissed with passion.. Yet he possibly couldn't imagine how this would look like.. How there body was one on there bed...
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