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Post by Marianne Meinster on Sept 22, 2013 14:52:35 GMT -5
Marianne Rosa Carmen Meinster stepped to the foyer in her gorgeous Hungarian costume. A locket hanging from her neck had a picture of an elderly lady. Marianne was a ravishing beauty who looked like a woman, not a girl; her skin was brilliantly rosy, and her hair had angelic red lustre; her purple jewel eyes noticed the plush interior. "Not bad. I hope the opera is worth it," she said aloud. And the blood, she added in her mind.
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