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She threw him his car keys. ” She pulled her dress back over her breasts, glad for the elastic that she had sewn in. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. ’ With difficulty, Gerald bit back a laugh. She was naturally weaker, she would tire quicker, and she need not concern herself with the peculiar obligations of honour obtaining amongst gentlemen. Nothing, however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. ” Lucy chuckled at the sacrilegious comment, though it was a very old one.
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