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He had plugged along, if not happy, at least with sound philosophy. Even her debt to him was a triviality now. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. To her intense disappointment, she discovered that all papers had been removed from desks and cupboards. He lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch at a time.
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