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They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. And then: “Of course! Always. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. It was an excuse, dredged up on the spur of the moment to cover a slip. “Stop! Don’t put your face there. The cloth nearly touches the floor. "She considers her future blasted beyond hope. He seemed to have expected them.
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