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... bordered on a moan escaped Nivalis, her pink, slightly chapped lips parting to let the sound out, her cheek squished against the flat chest of her son. It was early morning, so early that if there were a rooster anywhere nearby, it would've been cursing and grumbling in its coop about why the hell she woke up so early.
She was lying on her side, her face buried in her son's collarbone, her naked, grown-up body pressed against his prepubescent one, her arm thrown across his slender waist ...
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