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She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. His attraction for her was now written plainly on his freckled face, revealed by the many drinks he had imbibed. And if you mean to use that dagger to slip the lock, you’ll make enough noise to bring ten spies down on us. In this state of knowledge you will be horribly, irrevocably, alone. \"Yep.
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