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“I opened my eyes, and she was bending over my bedside. She noted the dank hair on his forehead, the sweat of revolting nature. Soon they came to treat Lucy almost as mother, pulling hard at her brown curls and laughing delightedly as they sprang back into their spiral shape. Kevin Chen, Martin’s father, was equally stately, his dark brown eyes bright with the fire of extreme intelligence. She got up early, and walked about the garden in the dewy June sunshine and revived her childhood. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure.
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