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She softened her tone and scrambled for the right words. . . ’ ‘Do not make a game with me,’ she interrupted, gripping her underlip firmly between her teeth to stop the threatening laughter. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping.
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