Andreea Leva
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"Your hands." He breathed, looking at his bloodied knuckles. "It's nothing," he muttered pushing him out of his way. "I've dealt with worse. "And what, might that be, Jay?


Our latest floral obsession is raw timber reception tables adorned with a fresh flower table runner, effortlessly cascading off the table.

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I love how in scary movies the person yells out hello? As if the Killer is going to be like yeah I'm in the kitchen, want a sandwich?