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She could tell that he probably wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the opportunity. “Where were you?” He inquired, rubbing her shoulders. Stanley’s pace slackened. Burn your palette and your easel. He heard Melusine cry out, but his attention was all for the nick he had made in her neck.
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