Joanna sighed happily as she applied some perfume to the base of her neck. The perfume was new, he Great Aunt Libby had sent her it the other week and it had the loveliest spell she’d ever encountered. It was a mixture of rosewood and jasmim and made her feel mais confident and powerful, ready for anything. All in all, it was perfect for her encontro, data at the chá pallor with Mr Harrison- She shook her head slightly and smiled at having called him Mr Harrison in her head. His first name was Martin and he was a teacher, such a kind man with a little bit of a sense of humor too. The kind of man that...
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