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Day for the Damned
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“It should be a delightful occasion, shouldn’t it?” Nero looked into the mirror while tying up the back of Valerine’s dress. “It shall be my king,” she watched him in the mirror as he tied the light purple satin bow. He then laid his head on her shoulder. “As beautiful as they come,” he smiled. She covered her mouth, trying not to smile; she uncovered her mouth, giving Nero a loving gaze. Nero gave her a five-second kiss before rubbing her shoulder briefly, then stared at the ceiling as he l
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