" Immediately he stepped back. . Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. “Girls. He resumed his listening. They were sitting alone, Lucy. I am totally like this on my own. Many’s the young ’un I’ve seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty wench.
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