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“I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. How did you like Tristan?” Ann Veronica paused the fraction of a second before her reply came. " "Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham. I can esteem him, regard him; but, love him as he ought to be loved—that I cannot do.
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