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Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. ‘Come on, Hilary. There is not a soul in the inn but ourselves. She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. He was ready to seed his legacy, and you were a pawn to be moved out of the way.
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