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The nice thing about living on a boat, Lucifer reflected, was the amount of time you could spend sitting on the deck, sipping wine, and still technically be within the confines of your house. And yes, he did still think it might be useful if they just added an entire penthouse floor to the Rouge, but at least he could contemplate this completely rational suggestion while sitting in a nice breeze.
It was going to be even warmer soon. That would also be nice.
He took another sip of his red wine, stretched his legs out until his feet landed on another chair, and let out a soft sigh.
Somewhere in some realm connected to his own, butterflies spewed forth into a tiny garden, bringing with them a scent of floral perfume, and wine flowed down a small canal from a waterfall that, until moments ago, had produced only water.
Lucifer was not aware of any of that.
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It was going to be even warmer soon. That would also be nice.
He took another sip of his red wine, stretched his legs out until his feet landed on another chair, and let out a soft sigh.
Somewhere in some realm connected to his own, butterflies spewed forth into a tiny garden, bringing with them a scent of floral perfume, and wine flowed down a small canal from a waterfall that, until moments ago, had produced only water.
Lucifer was not aware of any of that.
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