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At once. She felt his tongue press into her mouth. She’s very special. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly. He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. So this is why I was chosen, because of the babies. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw.
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