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I’m not ashamed—of the things I’m doing. It was a beautiful place that she had found, a round cave by a small stream. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably.
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