Cristiano
Breathless but breathing, cheeks pink with life, fire ablaze in violet eyes I thought would never reopen—my dead wife stood in front of me with disheveled hair. Furious. “Fuck you, Cristiano de la Rosa.”
Cristiano
Breathless but breathing, cheeks pink with life, fire ablaze in violet eyes I thought would never reopen—my dead wife stood in front of me with disheveled hair. Furious. “Fuck you, Cristiano de la Rosa.”
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