“Are you sure I’ll be of use?”
“Yes, little mouse, I’m sure.” Alexei kissed his neck. Donal shook beneath his lips. “Now, no more of this melancholy. You have a place. It is with me. You have a mission, and you have your own ambitions in music to fulfill. I intend that we have very happy lives.”
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Colorado pack land
Main house
Tuesday noon