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The weather had turned pleasant, and the two wives decided to go for a walk that day, following a recommended route. Armed with a map, they set off early in the day, but the sun was already high when they realized they might be a bit lost. April checked the map occasionally, her brow furrowing. "I think we've missed that perfect spot they recommended," she said.
Lari, with a loving smile, approached April, hugged her tightly, and replied, "The perfect spot is right here, with you, mi amor." She then glanced at the windmill rising amid the picturesque countryside, painted in the warm colors of autumn. With a mischievous grin, she whispered something in her wife's ear. April's smile turned even more mischievous as she bit her lip and cast a lustful gaze into Lari's eyes. They intertwined their fingers, hands held, and strolled towards the windmill, another of those perfect spots awaiting their discovery.
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