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Auteur: Toxic_Sweetie
last update Date de publication: 2025-06-17 08:24:54

ROXANNE POV

The midday heat was relentless by the time we reached the market, but Thomas didn't complain. He parked close to the plaza side entrance and got out without a word.

The vendors in the market recognized Thomas instantly. No surprise there. Damien's name seems to have that effect.

I grabbed a cart and went about my business while Thomas followed a short distance behind, occasionally pointing out a better brand or suggesting something else if an item was missing.

I couldn't tell if T
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