Lake Lewisia #514

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Every Friday afternoon as soon as she got off work, she did her hair and dressed up and went out to flirt. Long nails trailed down spines, setting the objects of her attention all aflutter, the faint smell of flowers making them trail after her in swarms. Lucky for them, she had plenty of attention to spread around, and a whole week to fill, so sometimes as many as a half dozen feral books would be lucky enough to go home with her.

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LL#514