She nuzzled his chest and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse conditioner. This is a mere boy. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. But most of all, I wanted to love.
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