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"Who among us has enough of it..." - Veserod thought, quickly finishing and discreetly washing down the remnants of the cake that had accumulated on all sides of his oral cavity with tea, almost choking in the process.
- Britta... - he croaked and took her timid hand in his rough, calloused fingers, hardened by a life of labor. - Right now, my warmth is here, with you...