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She longed to allow him to kiss her again, to touch her again. He looked just like John Wayne in a cowboy movie, his eyes narrow and squinting, except his hair was long, unruly, and jet black. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer. It’s 180 endearing. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. She proffered her neck towards him. Then she moved towards the door. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure.
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