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It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. I got to have you under guard in the gatehouse, I can see that. I have gone without dinner for three nights, and—come in. You’d make a good Devil. ” Brendon laughed softly. “I MUST speak to you,” he said. You might even tire of me by then, you know. It had rained during the night, and the patch-work pavement was greasy with mud.
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