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Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. Never again to be alone! To fit herself into this man's life as a hand into a glove; to use all her skill to force him into the position of depending upon her utterly; to be the spark to the divine fire! He should have his book, even if it had to be written with her heart's blood. Grimly Hilary smiled to himself at the effect of Gerald’s name. We'll have some fun down there at my place, Spurlock; but we'll probably bore your wife to death. “Dear John,” she whispered. 9. “It was very tiring.
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