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Willow

Willow Lane just could not sleep.

She looked at the green digits of the hotel clock, which read 11:30 p.m. “Shit,” she muttered to herself. She wore nothing under the stale hotel sheets. The firm sheets felt every smooth curve of her Irish-white skin. Freckles lined her upper chest like spatters ...

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