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She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. Then he entered her passionately, riding her with exquisite precision. "My coat!" he repeated, his glance burning into hers. He arrived at 6:29 sharp on the night of the Junior Prom. “How did you hear that?” Lucy’s brows knitted.
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