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Whenever she told him about something or reported to him about an employee, his response was usually a nod and with his hands tucked into his pocket, he would simply walk out of her office. Delicate, sultry tears welled out of her damp eyes while trying to hold back the memories of her cries and screams of agony while trying to escape Harriot. He had damaged her life and destroyed her son's mind. Ever since Philip witnessed that experience, the young boy became cold and bitter. She tried to make him forget whatever happened yet, he got worse and was eventually diagnosed with Post-traumatic embitterment disorder (PTED) at the age of seventeen. He had gone to cognitive-behavioral psychotherapy

I whisper, putting all my sincerity into it. "Lo so (I know*), Amore mio. But, me ne frego (I don't care*). The stronzo (asshole*) is dead and buried." Elio stops talking momentarily, then looks up at his little brother. "Get out of here. I don't need you anymore." Matteo greets us with a simple nod and leaves. Then, Elio pulls me against him and comes to whisper in my ear: "You will be happy to know that this stronzo was the last one on the list."

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His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

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I can hear Damian moan through the headphones and I look to see him cumming. "That was hot," I say and Damian nods. "Now I just need you here to lick off the cum." Translations: Sta impiegando troppo tempo- it's taking too long Non sono- I'm not

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The old Chevy pickup rumbled to life, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as he headed toward Aqua's house. The drive to her place was a blur, his mind racing with thoughts of what he would say. When he finally pulled up to her house, he parked the truck and leaned against it, waiting. The morning sun cast a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. At 6'3", with his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, Damon was the epitome of physical perfection. His athletic frame exuded both strength and grace, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

"Non potreste organizzare una festa senza alcun pericolo incombente? Dannazione," {"Couldn't you all arrange a party without any looming danger? Dammit"} One of Chase's men ran towards them and whispered something in Lucas' ear. Lucas paled and stared at Chase. “Questi uomini provengono dall'impero di Azymir. Il loro emiro vuole Sophia," {"These men are from Azymir empire. Their emir wants Sophia. "}

Eyes wide Staring Shocked Frozen Shit I am doomed.