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Nor can we. Her family had hosted a feast in his honor for which they had taken weeks to prepare: with braised capons and lobster sausages and all sorts of delicious spiced stews her mother had made from secret recipes. Whatever those rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. I thought one had only to take it by the throat. She tore open the envelope and read it. “I ate their mother first.
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