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... ad no intentions of peeping.
Still, I was dragged along until I ended up behind the screen. Because the other had used a lot of strength, I didn’t even have time to find my bearings before I was leaning over the edge of the wooden tub, a hair’s breadth from falling inside.
I wiped my face. Whoa, this bath water was really fragrant. A puff of air rose up to my forehead, turning my neck and the roots of my ears red. Now this was heat.
My hands danced about as I tried to str ...
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