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| She just couldn’t decide whether she wanted it there or there, and continued to consider the possibilities at her leisure, despite his huffing and complaints that it was too heavy to move all about. It was a futile quandary, though, because a final verdict meant she would have to release her grip on his heart, and her nails relished the sensitivity of his aching flesh. |
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