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The tea set was the only thing left of Elena’s grandmother, and now it sat in the center of the mahogany dining table like a live grenade. mature incest nudes
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Marcus looked at the teapot, then at Elena’s white-knuckled grip on the table. He didn't apologize—that wasn't their language—but he did pull his hand back. "The roof can wait," he muttered.