I do swear. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. “I am developing ailments,” she said, meeting his questioning eyes. Prudence attacked her chicken wing. Melusine—the real Melusine—would never have made such a stupid mistake.
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