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Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. There you are! Girl spoilt for life. ” But after that neither ideas nor phrases had come and she had fallen thinking of the events of the day. Then as she lay very still, with her hands clinched and her black hair tumbled about her face, he came still closer and softly kissed the nape of her neck. You didn’t even put the twelve words.
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