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Welcome to the lesbian romantic podcast. This is Worth the Risk, Part 3, Pastries.

Raven pulled back the heavy curtains. It was still dark outside.

The lights on some of the medieval houses bounced of the tranquil water of the river.

It was a beautiful sight.

What a different world it was.

Raven's hometown, Atlanta, was nothing like this city.

Back home, skyscrapers dominated the view.

Here, only ancient churches stretched high into the sky.

Most of the other buildings around here were small.

Not that Raven had seen much of Gant.

She hadn't taken that evening walk she had planned to take. She had been too tired and

frankly, too overwhelmed. After undressing and freshening up, Raven had gone straight to bed.

Unfortunately, she was now wide awake at 4 a.m. In Atlanta, it was only 10 p.m. Raven was tempted to call her sister and mom for a few minutes,

but she didn't want to risk waking them. They went to bed early quite often, unlike Raven.

Damn, Raven mumbled to herself, her stomach growling. She tried to get a better look at the street,

her nose pressing against the cold glass of the hotel window. She tried to get a better look at the street, her nose pressing against the cold glass

of the hotel window. She didn't see any stores or restaurants that looked open. All the windows

were dark. A satinous settled in her chest and Raven stepped away from the window. She rubbed the

spot between her eyebrows, sitting down on the bed. Her eyes adjusted to the

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