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I rarely set foot in London these days. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. “Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. It was a sovereign easily earned. “I love you, I always will. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside.
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