housework, if it is done right, can kill you
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     The noise gave the boy away almost as suddenly as his scent. Aurèle lowered her head and was greeted by the louder of her two nephews (from memory, at least) and recalled his name almost instantly. Regardless of whatever else plagued her, at least that was still as photographic as ever. Additionally, his eyes were lighter then his brother’s. Both of the boys had taken after their mother. The girls, as she recalled, had not.
     “You’re just like your mother,” Aurèle chided, though the corners of her mouth were turned up. “She always used to bother me when I was working. What do you need, Attila?”





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