Domenico
Domenico leaned against the railing of their balcony. The small hotel where they’d spent the last two weeks was by no means luxurious, but not rundown either, with a view on a well-kept park. Just off the border with Mexico, the town was a picturesque place, and with the sunshine gone only during the night, both he and Seth enjoyed their time at the small pool nearby while Mark made use of his new camera.




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