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... m.

She was smiling happily and had saliva dripping from her mouth.

…It’s cute how relieved she looks.

[Lugh-shamaaa… My Lugh-shamaaa…] (Tarte)

Her grip on my arm was remarkably strong.

She was smiling and rubbing her cheeks against it, and sometimes she would even gnaw on it. It was as if she was claiming it as her own.

It was pretty skillful of her to be doing this in her sleep.

Tarte herself was trying to hide it, but she was a fairly po ...

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