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The key is in my trousers. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. She had agonized over it for weeks. . "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. ” “Yes. Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. “I didn’t understand, Vee. She found it rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff brown leather belt. ‘Eh bien, I will tell you.
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