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She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat. Ann Veronica looked down at her fingers on the claret-colored table-cloth. The movie droned on, the sounds becoming manageable except for the frequent high-pitched screams of young girls when a poltergeist manifestation would leap out of a shadow. Perhaps the day of her recompense was at hand. All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. She responded as he slipped his hands under her sweater.
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