They met on the street one day. She remembered the chill that ran down her spine as her name fell of his lips like a prayer. 'I'm sorry,' She had stuttered,'have we met?' His grin chilled her to the bone. 'I believe you have not yet had the pleasure.
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Psyche, vrouw, 118 jaar
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