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They were on the rooftop of Christian’s father's building which was twenty-eight stories high. The air was raw, it kept blowing Martha's hair onto Christian’s face, who was laying just beside her.
They were on the rooftop of Christian’s father's building which was twenty-eight stories high. The air was raw, it kept blowing Martha's hair onto Christian’s face, who was laying just beside her.
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