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When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in his bedroom. Her small round breasts were vulnerable under her mostly nonfunctional Kmart bikini bra. Unobserved, she knelt and kissed the threshold: for she knew what kisses were now. " "It is life. And let's see if either of these women, who prate of their love for you, will do as much. This child was frequently disconcerting. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance.
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