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“Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. “My brother’s room when he comes home. ” “Then don’t talk to me now. The thought passed through his mind even as he started to cross the terrace at a jogtrot, moving to head her off. The bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. “Not like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble.
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