
Excuse me… are you on the payroll? No? Then what, precisely, are you doing loitering at the feet of my lilies and lurking behind the hellebores like you belong here?
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Excuse me… are you on the payroll? No? Then what, precisely, are you doing loitering at the feet of my lilies and lurking behind the hellebores like you belong here?
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