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His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily. \"Where have you been, young lady?\" Mike crooned, a large grin on his fat Irish face. It had been removed from the scabbard by the Jew. Vorsack looked pale and pink.
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