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“Oh my God, what if she’s dead?” More giggling. So long as matters remain as they are, and they found me, there would be no shame for Ruth. “We were bound to do this when you kissed me,” she sobbed through her tears. Not MY affair. She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy.
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