“How’s the most beautiful woman in the world?”
Harry comes into my room in the private clinic, leans over the bed, and kisses my forehead. Then he produces a bouquet of flowers in every shade of blue imaginable from behind his back.
“How’s the most beautiful woman in the world?”
Harry comes into my room in the private clinic, leans over the bed, and kisses my forehead. Then he produces a bouquet of flowers in every shade of blue imaginable from behind his back.
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