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She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. They had shared almost seventy five wonderful years there in nearly utter seclusion before it came time to move on. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. ‘French? But what else?’ ‘I do not like Frenchmen,’ Melusine snapped. ” “Try what?” She asked, coolly assessing his lithe hips.
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