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She came back into the room. She was wearing her silk robe. With a suggestive smile, she sat down next to me on the sofa. She smelled of something new – not too strong, but enchanting.

“What is that?” I asked. I buried my face in her hair and filled my lungs with the fragrance.

“That’s my own perfume,” she said. “I have it made in Paris.”

“In Paris?”

“It sounds more luxurious than it is

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