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“I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. " "You had better write them for me, Mr. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that. . ” She put her wrists upon his shoulders, feeling him surge with the pride of his own masculinity as she touched him. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven.
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