Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room. — Karen Chance, Touch the Dark
Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room. — Karen Chance, Touch the Dark
Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room. — Karen Chance, Touch the Dark
Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room. — Karen Chance, Touch the Dark
Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room. — Karen Chance, Touch the Dark
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Great. I'd been dumped in Hell's waiting room.

— Karen Chance, Touch the Dark
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