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She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. Mary Lucia was branded “the earliest riser and the best at keeping up with her chores” by the formidable Sisters at the orphanage. It was a different world. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. She passed him silently as she dropped Michelle’s dried corpse into the open clay pit awkwardly, like a discarded doll. She pulled his shirt from its tucked belted state and snaked her hands around his waist.
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