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... rd, the sound of wagon wheels creaking over the prairie...
After a long while, she finally opened her eyes, resting her head against Harry's shoulder with a dreamy sigh. In a voice full of quiet excitement, she whispered, "Brother Harry... I love this gift so much! It's beautiful, like a painting in my heart. I want to see the old trails, the wild frontier, and so many, many places with you..."
Anya's petite, soft body pressed against Harry's arm, her ample chest rubbing against ...
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