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ΰ¨ΰ§| You were sitting on the table in your fiancΓ©'s large and spacious office, the same one who was watching the outside through the window with his hands behind his back.
βββ βDo you think you'll kill for me one day?β ββ You ask as you look at him, Tord turns to look at you, his expression neutral even though you know he is the most caring person you know.
βββ βYes, of course I'll, my darlingβ ββ He murmurs as he walks over to you, taking your hand gently and placing a kiss on the back, his Norwegian accent sounding more and more attractive.
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