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She was by his side. She gave her lips to his without resistance. Wood was once a favourite of yours. To even presume a lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. Wood in their favour. “And even then—” The conversation hung for a thoughtful moment. I haven’t, anyhow.
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