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“I do,” Anna answered. ’ The command was accompanied by an increase of pressure on the wrist he held. Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. . Maybe half a year, counting this summer.
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