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mouth to say she was perfec
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harp, breathless gasp as
suddenly
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toward the open do
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him that she could feel the steady,
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ck of the car and slid
lammed shut, sea
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with a heavy, u
her skirt, her fing
said, her voice
ight ahead at the
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rated, heading bac
lickered across their faces in alte
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