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The Storm on 15-08-2020 14:42:06

Alison recognized the figure covered in rain that formed puddles beneath his boots. He was the Ethiopian immigrant, a Christian refugee that she met in Church the other day.

He removed his hands from the pockets of his dark blue rain jacket.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing out on a night like this?” Alison asked.

In yoga pants that tightly followed the developed curves of Alison’s young, athletic body, it took every ounce of George’s willpower to stop from devouring her that instant.

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