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Wild had escaped. “In all fairness,” she thought to herself as she coaxed his mouth toward her left nipple. ‘Point it at me. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom.
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