’ ‘That we shall see. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. She romanticized, imagining a life on the High Seas. Shari’s eyes widened, “You mean it?” “I’m all yours, head to toe. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room. I don’t think of you as a kid.
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