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But these were only dreams , with the responsibility for turning them into realities placed entirely in the hands of an ... After they had entered the house , Phyllis dropped his hand and walked around the living room , touching the ...
But these were only dreams , with the responsibility for turning them into realities placed entirely in the hands of an ... After they had entered the house , Phyllis dropped his hand and walked around the living room , touching the ...
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He said nothing , holding her hand tightly for a moment , and then they both rose from their chairs . It was over almost as soon as it had begun . He had taken her with the force of all the waiting , the longing , and the passion that ...
He said nothing , holding her hand tightly for a moment , and then they both rose from their chairs . It was over almost as soon as it had begun . He had taken her with the force of all the waiting , the longing , and the passion that ...
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Byron was getting the upper hand . Must control oneself . Wonder whether Gus really meant . ... Luckily , he thought , and he reached up with both hands and pulled himself a foot from the floor . Well ! he thought . That was easy .
Byron was getting the upper hand . Must control oneself . Wonder whether Gus really meant . ... Luckily , he thought , and he reached up with both hands and pulled himself a foot from the floor . Well ! he thought . That was easy .
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