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” “Well?” “Sir John came to me—that you know—and you can guess what I told him. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. ” They entered the place, a pleasant little café of the sort to be met with in the outlying parts of Paris.
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