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Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. Winter came at the manor. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. ‘I broke in. “Want to see the computer?” He asked eagerly. " The doctor ran his fingers through his hair, despairingly. " "I wish I could return the compliment, Terry.
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