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The girl stopped at the sagging book shelf beside the door, plucked at a series of books until she found one she liked and tucked it under her arm.
“It that porn,” Dee called over his shoulder.
“Historical erotica.” Alexia returned primly.
“So it’s old porn?”
Alex flipped her ponytail, dark brown in the half-light by the door.
Dee
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