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. Would it be Thérèse?’ She shook her head. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. Proper enough now, when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to receive. ‘It is nothing. Wood; but they never come now. "I never had a pet.
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