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’ Still the girl said nothing. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. 128 < 16 > LUCY GOES TO PROM She ended up sewing her own dress for Prom out of sateen and tulle leftover from Shari’s sewing days. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. Would you mind drawing them back?” Ennison sprang up, but he never reached the curtains.
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