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... er Anastasia's name all over again and again that makes her annoyed. She left and went to Glenn's room. He's sharping his knives.

"Strip off. I need your service right now, Francisco is going crazy."

"He claimed to see Anastasia." Glenn said as he watch her strip her clothes and lay on bed as she started pleasuring herself.

"Anastasia—Anastasia, that bitch is still ruining our lives even though she's dead."

Glenn thought for a while. What if Anastasia is alive? He ...

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