Zahirymar Flores

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“What do you dream of?” At the flash of his subtle smile, my interest piqued. He turned back toward the window, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “A woman. An impossibly beautiful woman, but I can’t see her face. It’s distorted in my dreams.”
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