Regrets by Srivalli Rekha

Regrets by Srivalli Rekha # “Stop staring and gimme a hand, Rob.” “Erm… yes, yes, Anna. Here… Oww…” “Rob! Can’t you even!” “Sorry, Anna. Are you… erm… hurt?” “Nah, I’m dandy, ain’t I? I trip over your dead body and don’t break my nose. Oh… ROB!” “Ahh, yes, Anna? My dead body? But, how? Yours…...

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