’ The sharp eyes twinkled. She was going to him soon and certainly, going to his strong, embracing arms. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. Ladies with weapon’s on ’em. His fingers closed upon her hand. It rained heavily all day, so he did not stir forth.
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