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I sang to him, and he was satisfied. I had dreamt of the olive grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated 198 with as a boy. “Oh. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. Still—I don’t know whether I quite like—Something ramshackle about those people, Vee. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. Her hormones were raging stupidly.
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