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They had cried a little, both. He stared at her breasts while he touched them. "I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. “I suppose you know I like you tremendously?” he pursued. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. My only love is for my poor lost son. From then until four in the afternoon there was nothing to do—the whole island went to sleep. Then she went back and mixed up the sheets in a search for particular passages. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. ‘You will like to marry me, yes?’ she pursued. I was always told my mother died the day I was born.
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