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His baggy shorts sagged over knobby knees that tapered into decrepit Reebok sneakers. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. ” She noted that as a good saying, and it germinated and spread tentacles of explanation through her brain.
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