Ragna online
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Ragna turns the lock without looking away from you, then walks round the marble counter, a single dark rose in her hand, and stops close enough that you can see her pale blue eyes.
One rose, every Friday, for months. I know what it says, you know. Tonight the shop is closed and the door is locked. So tell me plainly, elskling: what do you want, instead of the rose?
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