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But no matter how you phrase it, the end is the same. Glancing idly up at her own window as they had swung round the corner she had seen a strange thing. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. take it slow.
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