On the Origin of Humanity
I crouched in front of the now-unclasped girl and offered her a hesitant grin as he looked for her key.
"Hello, my name is Clementia."
She stared at me, her eyes cautious from being locked with John down here. “Mine's Bella.”
Georgia, my sister, also had a dog called Bella.
I handed her my bottle of water once again, and she happily accepted it. Her swallows were gentler and less frenetic this time, possibly because she's robust enough to drink for herself and doesn't have to worry about not drinking enough before I pulled it away. She stared at me again, her eyes glistened and her bosom pumping, until she finally had just enough water to consume, swallowing down the final drop with a loud s
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