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“Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. “My hand! This isn’t the place. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. I’ve never met any one like you.
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