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Only after he had pushed himself completely inside was the friction lessened. “Let me think,” said Ann Veronica. “You remind me of a little blue stone I had once. I don’t care. "Do not despair, my sweet soul," said Wood, in a soothing tone. ” His voice sounded muffled and heavy, as if he had gone to bed.
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