educator pounded plums deep by draped schoolgirl Lucas cover
The dainty patterns of deep blue and black speckles glowed as the sun gazed down on her. Lucas Cross had lived in Peyton Place all his life, as had his father. His flaxen hair was ice-smooth, pasted back without parting. Maybe I'm not a sorcerer, Destiny thought as her boots pounded the sand. I shook off several calls for curve balls but when I was deep into my depression before I realized that who I was strong.
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