Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-27147599-20171110015133/@comment-27824390-20171110022404

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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Grant was pacing back and forth in his office, hands clasped behind his back.

Zara was writting down in her journal, one leg crossed over the other as she sat down behind her desk. Wearing faded blue jeans and a black tank top that hugged her cruves and showed some celvage.