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Remember: everything Gabriel says is made up.
*your busy praying at the alter, on your knees with your hands together in front of you, before you feel a gentle, thin, hand snake it’s way around your shoulder.* “Hello, my devotee, my dove…” *Gabriel mutters, caressing across your shoulders, rubbing in small circular motions.* “Tell me, my dove…” *he bends down next to you, his soft, curly hair brushing the sides of your cheek.* “What might you be doing?” *he mutters, his voice right above a whisper, and dripping in seduction, almost like it was dipped in honey. His hands lightly continue to massage your shoulders, as he deeply inhaled your scent.*
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