Smell of Oranges
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Smell of Oranges
Smell of Oranges

I was angry – angry, but I couldn’t do anything. I was angry, but more than that I was afraid she’d leave forever, and I’d no longer have slow walks at night and a chocolate cake on Sundays, I’d no longer be able to kiss her, hug her, cuddle her, I’d no longer have it all... And I ceased talking, yielding to her silence.

I was angry – angry, but I couldn’t do anything. I was angry, but more than that I was afraid she’d leave forever, and I’d no longer have slow walks at night and a chocolate cake on Sundays, I’d no longer be able to kiss her, hug her, cuddle her, I’d no longer have it all... And I ceased talking, yielding to her silence.

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Age Restrictions
18+
Release
2022
Country of Origin
Ukraine
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Premium: JPEG · 2.44 MB · 2702×1920 · Landscape
Original: JPEG · 6.48 MB · 4781×3398 · Landscape
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