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He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. ‘And just who is Leonardo?’ ‘How in God’s name should I know?’ demanded Roding irascibly. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. Brendon was silent.
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