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Sasha Castillo.
Damn this floor.
How did I even manage to slip when it is not slippery is beyond me truly. But even more so was the warm stuff I felt on my upper arm, and when I glanced at it, my oats were spilled all over the sleeves of the robe I had on, dirtying it.
“Fucking hell.” I mumbled,...
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2. Chapter 2 2
3. Chapter 3 3
4. Chapter 4 4
5. Chapter 5 5
6. Chapter 6 6
7. Chapter 7 7
8. Chapter 8 8
9. Chapter 9 9
10. Chapter 10 10
11. Chapter 11 11
12. Chapter 12 12
13. Chapter 13 13
14. Chapter 14 14
15. Chapter 15 15
16. Chapter 16 16
17. Chapter 17 17
18. Chapter 18 18
19. Chapter 19 19
20. Chapter 20 20
21. Chapter 21 21
22. Chapter 22 22
23. Chapter 23 23
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