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She kissed his neck and licked him there. She grasped at the right one, massaging where his grip had been and Gerald hoped he had not bruised her. ’ Baring his teeth in a smile of triumph that was every bit an animal snarl, and leaping up onto the seat of the pew he was in, he jumped hazardously to the next. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene.
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