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... his warning seriously either.

Yet, pretty much the very moment I pulled the window shades aside and took a look outside…

Gulp.

Swallowing down a mouthful of saliva was the one and only action I was mentally permitted to do, stunned by the sight outside.

If the border city already gave me some insight into the main differences in architectural thought between the two parts of the world, then the Corian estate took it to a whole new level.

The very first th ...

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