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The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. Sebastian snorted, “If it isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black!” “Your house is host to the lowest forms of life, those without morals! I will no longer allow my children to live 210 in such a house. “So Lucy, I hear that you are quite the violin player. Lucy savored the normalcy of the scene. Always the other things remained.
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