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A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. He looked at Annabel, whose face was buried in her hands— he looked back at Anna, who was regarding him with an easy composure which secretly irritated him. He just wants to get laid. Neither you nor your mother shall escape me. ’ ‘Yes, that is reasonable,’ agreed Melusine, nodding.
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