\" He said. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. And this great mellow place, this London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome and live in. “Perhaps by this time you will have heard of the step I have taken in leaving my home. \" She cooed into his ear, stroking his chest hair.
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