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“So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. Clotilde pried Fritz from Lucy’s left leg where he was clinging. "Before you go, bring me the bottle of pineapple rum I opened yesterday. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound.
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