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"Your downfall is a masterpiece,
And I'm the artist.
Each stroke of pain
Will be my finest work." ~Araneae Ruber
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THE SUN reflexed against Luella's face. Frowning, she turned her face to the side, sinking deep into the other person's body.
Her brows creased, wondering who was beside her. Slowly, Luella pulled herself from the bed and blinked at who laid with her.
"Dar…ling?" She blinked. "DARLING!!!!" She screamed from the top of her lungs. She hopped on him and began kissing him all over his face.
"That is sexual harassment, you know that… don't you?" A voice teased behind her. She stopped her 'harassment' and slowly turned to him.
"Huh?!" She frowned at Archibald as he had interrupted her good time. How long has it being since she kissed him.
"Yes, that is sexual harassment. And as his father, I will not seat around and watch that happened." He looked at himself, before correcting his words.
"Or stand around."