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... tarted to walk towards her, the apron in his hands. He wore it over her head, his body leaned over her as he tied it around her waist. He retreated and smiled at her.
"Shall we?" he said and she nodded.
"It’s nothing special. Just your homemade quive’dros," he smiled at her.
"I’ve never had it," she replied. He looked at her in bewilderment.
"Who hasn’t?" he said.
"I’ve never even heard of it," she added.
"Wow, you’re a rich kid though," he called ...
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