Roof - Late Sunday Evening

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George sat on the edge of the roof, looking out over the island that would eventually be his doman.

Once his tintillium concern came through, of course.

For now he was simply brooding over his lost love. She who was his ...sister.

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Jean threw herself at him to cling to his masculinity. "You remembered!"

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His hands caressed her feminine curves, sliding over the sweet skin that would soon hold a baby bump prosthetic. "I remember - everything."