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Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. unless a copyright notice is included. She had not chosen her life, but she was foggy on whether or not it was right to deny others the right to join her in her suffering. The taste of his sweat was intoxicating, like sweet brandy, like blood. She tried not to pant, not to reveal herself, and she began to shake. "I can't see him.
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