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He stepped in with a heavy foreboding of calamity. His voice when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. ” “Excuse me,” Mr. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends.
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