” “Perhaps,” he said, “you had better let me have your key, and I will go up and explore. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. And so she came upon the word Love. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. Pile it on! But if you can hear the voice of the mote, the speck, don't let her suffer for anything I've done.
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