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She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. What does she look like?’ ‘Black hair. "I don't know his name. “You call yourself an artist— but you have no temperament.
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