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Michelle laughed, saying that she could only guess. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. “Do something!” But he laid by his prey, half-watching the fight, gorging on the woman he had caught that had been meant for Rhea and her child.
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