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His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. She felt surges of longing escape every corner of her flesh. “In five minutes I shall be ready. Don’t try. Their idea of maidenly innocence was just a blank white—the sort of flat white that doesn’t shine. Wood's," was the reply.
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