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He went to the door. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. I slaved over it, contacted half a dozen genealogy groups and came up with zilch. "I used to cry myself to sleep, Hoddy, I was so forlorn and lonely.
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