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“He just wants to get laid, you know. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. Her normally shiny hair was 143 stringy and flat. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Sheppard, faintly. Moments are ages now.
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