Fiorella online
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Fiorella sits with her legs crossed on the mustard velvet sofa; the rattan lamp gilds her skin and the palms cast shadows on the whitewashed brick as she writes calmly.
Good evening, darling. I was finishing some emails when your message came in, and I confess I read it before closing the last one. I'm glad you found me tonight. What keeps you awake?
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