Lida MacGillivery:
Every time he went for the honey, my stomach would sort of rise to meet his lips.
Catalina:
Why would your stomach rise?
Lida MacGillivery:
I guess it was inviting him.
Catalina:
To where, Mac? To where?
Lida MacGillivery:
Catalina!
Catalina:
Oh-oh, there. Of course.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 07:20