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... friendly tap on the back and a smile. Fuyu was sweating buckets; telling Nelash he was a masseur might be humiliating. But before he could answer, another voice came from inside. They all saw Lyra emerge from her room, still the beautiful, mature woman she always was.
"Oh, young man, you have come. Haha. Nelash, do you know, he has started a job massaging others. So I called him for that—you know I’m getting old and need a massage from time to time," Lyra said, smiling at them. Fuyu was ...
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