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’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. “Please don’t,” she said. He saluted awkwardly.
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