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  • Poetry/Prose: Dangerous Seduction

    When you first arrived in town, you’d asked, “Where are all the pretty lassies of this land?” Many names were delivered, but only two had stuck out: Avril and Soleil. “That Soleil is quite a feisty one, she is!” one guy said. “Pretty hot and tempting. No doubt, she’s definitely phat,” another added. “She would …