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He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. Lad, I admire you even in your folly. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. She found a clean sweatshirt and soft pajama pants, glad to trade the wet for the dry. “How are you?” He asked, realizing she was unnerved by the very sound of his voice.
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