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My death, probably. “Act three. ” Sir John smiled and congratulated himself upon his insight. Some days, his eyes were green. The both of them puttering about the tidy two-story house, Lucy would serve them both steaming cups of tea in the front parlor. And Pottiswick, of course. We’ve done nothing to deserve it.
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