They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. A delicate flush of colour streamed into her cheeks. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. “Here we are, living in the same suburb,” he began. “I am fairly well known here. “Tell me more about this Martin Chen. With a cry of triumph, he rose, the sword hilt grasped in his fingers, the point swishing up towards her.
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