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” 74 She hung up the phone. “You let him touch you!” John whispered back. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. ” “There is so much I have not told you, John. “A bad thing for me when that legacy came. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated.
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