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Then he relaxed back a little, and let the weapon dangle from his fingers. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. ‘A spitfire, ain’t she, sir?’ Roding ignored this. If he stayed in the basement apartment as was his usual habit, she would have no problem.
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