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He lights his bedside lamp . Turned half past two . He puts out his light and there are her kangaroo lights , leaping , climbing , dropping , winding , slowing now because of the twisting strain on her arms .
He lights his bedside lamp . Turned half past two . He puts out his light and there are her kangaroo lights , leaping , climbing , dropping , winding , slowing now because of the twisting strain on her arms .
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They stood up , arms about waists , while he indicated , far and wide , some of the ways that he had gone . Just then a drone in the sky made her lift her swimming eyes to a plane that might be her plane tomorrow , which made him look ...
They stood up , arms about waists , while he indicated , far and wide , some of the ways that he had gone . Just then a drone in the sky made her lift her swimming eyes to a plane that might be her plane tomorrow , which made him look ...
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Somewhere , that woman was lying locked in his arms . The bared thigh . The wrinkled arms . The crepey neck . Daylight had waned around nine o'clock , but it was still bright enough for him to have seen shadows against the glister of ...
Somewhere , that woman was lying locked in his arms . The bared thigh . The wrinkled arms . The crepey neck . Daylight had waned around nine o'clock , but it was still bright enough for him to have seen shadows against the glister of ...
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