chris2c4u
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The deciduous trees of Donnybrook cascaded gold over the Dublin suburb's pavement. James approached a figure at a gate ahead; he glanced at James, winked, then walked down the hill, jacket jauntily over his shoulder.
James wondered dejectedly how he would feel if his doppleganger hadn't gotten to her first.
Chicken, dressing, lazy.
James wondered dejectedly how he would feel if his doppleganger hadn't gotten to her first.
Chicken, dressing, lazy.
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