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It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. She herself had cut the slender tie that had bound them. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike. The man is a stranger to me. I love the soles of your feet. Wait, though. The parlour was cluttered but cosy. “Let’s go in here.
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