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Parsian female coach driver on a vintage postcard
A Rainy Day In Paris
Parsian, Hormozgan Province, Iran
Amir Deljouyi
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Something from that Alastair fanfic I'm working on- I won't have any good parts in the fic that way, I keep posting the parts I really like 🙈 Well at least I'm not posting any thomastair so it will stay for the fic.
Her toe hit the end of the table. She let out a very unfeminine-like curse in Farsi, one that Sona would have rinsed her mouth with soap and water if she had heard. A gasp made her turn around and then a hand was put on her mouth.
"Who, exactly," Alastair asked, "have taught you such thing?" Cordelia tried to bit his hand and he quickly pulled away, unharmed, still glaring at her.
"I have my own secrets," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Alastair looked unimpressed. "Risa taught you that, didn't she?"
Dont they say. Dare she thought. Paris, feb 2018.