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Chapter 86: The Persistent Ghost
dim light. Gently sweeping the walls and bottom bodies nearest small lamp, delivering a relaxed atmosphere around the room. On the floor at the foot of the bed, they could find pants pink pajamas. The top of the game hanging from a beam from the edge of the bed, ready to fall on his partner. The bed was disposed at times, times before. The bedspread cornered at the end of wood that formed the base of the bed, she once thought it was too big for her own. On the walls, shadows danced, swayed and twisted without sound or technique, an outstanding pace at the moment for intimacy.
In the center of the big bed, Leticia was lying on her back, her head tilted slightly and his eyes turned a piece above, staring at the relaxed face who stood still on it. His skin was tinged with a hint subtly scarlet, an impression created by the soft glow of the lamp to his left, his hair, tousled waves and was spread on the sheets beneath her violets.
She made no sound when Fernando walked freely hand your body, no cry of pleasure and resistance. She just looked at him. His dark eyes scanning her body half naked, completely, like the fingers of his Fernando explored. The only difference was that she was completely exposed to him, but he kept his underpants positions. And that was good, because for her, even when faced with any clothes on, did not feel as uncomfortable as when it was he who was exposed. She knew he would be exposed at some point, and the thought seized her cheeks with heat. I had to remove that fear, that naivete, that shyness with him. After all, they made love. Several times. It was time to enjoy the male body in all its glory, but not only for the nudity but because that body was that of Fernando. The body of the man she loved. Where
sat cross-legged in front of him with a knee against her carefully, she could see every inch of her body. The rise of strong muscles under his skin, his thick dark hair on their forearms and muscular legs, and every freckle, mole and scar no particular order marked his skin.
She concentrated on the slow rise and fall of his chest while a large hand Fernando rested his forehead, one finger extended outlining the path from the root of your hair to one side of his face, pausing for a moment to hide a lock of hair behind her ear. His touch continued his tour, outlining his jaw, ending at the tip of his chin before resuming to her neck, from one side to the other, falling on his chest. His hands slid down her breasts, her fingers to caress producing persistent feelings. Their caresses were not hurried nor strong, but investigative given for the purpose of memorizing his body as to induce pleasure.
When her fingers began to dance circles around her hard nipples, rubbing and giving gentle shaking, she closed her eyes, whispered moan, almost inaudible, leaving your lips between open. She deep breath, breathing it, and following his movements caused by vibrations in the skin and deep into your muscles. A brief caress step against his rib, to his stomach when the heat and humidity of the language of Fernando made contact with his navel. She immediately became impatient, her moans gaining strength and removing the comfortable silence in the room, while the damping path of your navel to your pubic bone. Leticia
lifted her hips slightly, extending an invitation, his first cry of protest came when Fernando's hands grabbed her by the waist and replanted on the mattress again. She stretched his hands on his head, holding the head of your bed. And continued, depositing kisses inside of her thighs, holding the friction enough to suck a small area of thin skin between her lips.
She then grabbed the strongest of the head of your bed, your nails done at the ripe dark marks. She began to squirm again while he was doing maneuvers with his tongue in slow circles around its center, sliding around it with enough pressure to tickle, to provoke, and to not release the body began to plead with her muscles quivering and moaning that suddenly caught in his lungs, and if that were suffering lack of oxygen.
"Oh ... God ... please Fernando ..." she vocalize, tilting his head back, her chin quivering up in the air while his muscles, his toes curled up to his jaw clenched, began a superb waves spasms. "Fer ..." She drowned in her own voice, giving the last spasms that gripped with waves of pleasure. His mouth was dry. The opening and closing, seeking relief on the lips of the man who approached and left her to move from his place. "Fer, let me touch you too. also need touch. "Her ecstasy rave controlling their body under the command of Ferdinand.
vaguely ringing, she seemed to hear his voice, authoritative but with a tinge of satisfaction seizing his every syllable. Just felt when his hands took hold of his wrists. Leticia's head fell back loose when brought forward, his eyes still closed just in a cloud of lust when he guided his seat.
"Lety, look at me."
His eyelids gradually opened to expose their pupils dilated. And when his eyes cleared, she could look into my eyes. He was surprised to see that was no longer on the bed but on the side of her, standing before her. She let out Sighing, the love drug relaxing your body, able to enjoy the view before your eyes without discomfort. After all, he was still with his shorts positions. Fernando
go to see male body with its eyes never wavering in it, he squinted to see her come to his eyes again, waiting, not knowing it was but also willing to undergo it. "I want you to see what I do," he instructed, sticking their thumbs in their underwear and getting out the only garment that clothed the naked.
Leticia's eyes widened. I was waiting, of course, but not that way, not as direct. She took her sight look better, seeing in them the permission that she needed to ask. The only stared, insisting that she looked, it looked all that was. What was hers.
Hesitatingly, Lety under the eyes, slowly. His eyes rested on his member, impressed. It was true. He was the first man who had been so. She looked at him and let her watch. I want you to see what I do, the he had said. Leticia was shy but not so naive to know he meant to tell Fernando that. He was excited. For her. He was excited to give her pleasure. And Leticia could not deny that it excited her even more to it. Leticia finally looked up and met with those dark eyes again, her dark eyes flashing with vulnerability he tried to hide. She was not the only exposed. Able that had never been subjected to nudity in this way, of this magnitude. He was sure of himself, that she had no doubt, but even the safest in the world may feel vulnerable in a situation like that.
She came, kneeling before him on the bed and then get up and put one hand on the cheek. I look at it fixed, like the did with it. "I want you," she confessed, with one hand behind your head and pulling him to his lips, his tongue exploring it on before his lips made contact. Her hands found both cheeks as they kissed, their bodies attached so that the erection of Fernando pushed the soft skin of Leticia's stomach while the hands of the was his butt. She smiled as she dropped a hand sliding down his chest down, never discontinuing the kiss, and Fernando achieving the only immobile it in your hand.
"Lety ..." Lety
But I hear the danger in her voice, she kept the kiss that nothing in the world wanted to finish, while Fernando ran penis with slow strokes, inspiring groans from the inside his mouth. The kisses became desperate, strong, when Leticia beyond the limits of Fernando.
The turn from the kiss, breathing hard and holding in his eyes. "I need ..."
"Not yet," she interrupted to tell him, kissing him again, but now pulling her toward the bed. The reason I hear, I hear his words, he just needed to be inside her, now or at any time would lose the battle. But Leticia was but insistent on what he wanted. Fernando did not have time to understand when she had him back, for your pleasure.
"Lety, that ..."
But Fernando could not vocalize a word but when Leticia slipped through his body, out of your control once more to take in his hand. Fernando closed his eyes, letting his head fall back to the pet feel that way. Where the hell had learned that!? His mind was clouded when he felt a touch of air. Looking up, she was terrified at the thought that had, somehow, under pressure to do what she intended to do. "Lety, that ... I did not do for you ..." A groan he defeated Leticia words when given a squeeze.
"I want to Fernando."
Fernando found all the strength I had to lift her head and look at the expression.
"Let me do it, if"
Fernando closed his eyes to leave the head down in defeat on the pillow under it. Before he could react it was, Jennifer and I had it in his mouth.
+ + +
made love twice after that.
She bucked against him, to the, in, its flattened against the chest, the sweat on his stomach rubbing against the, and his face flushed a few inches away from the of. Both with open eyes, seeing clearly, and looking carefully. The corners of his mouth lifted up at the same time, their breathless groans mingled in the air and odors of the individual were passed to her and she him. Once
Leticia arched his back, his head falling loose, Fernando raised him until her face was against his back. "I want to watch," he whispered, his request coming from your throat. "I want you to see what you provoke me, Leticia."
She complained without shame as he entered it with more depth. She grabbed his back, screaming with pleasure while Fernando lips barely touched hers and pushed into it, stronger and with more intensity. Skin against skin and groans arose harmoniously as muscles contracted, stealing breath and consistency and control.
And through every thrill, every breath, trembling, and every electric tingling that your muscles tense, they watched. No hiding from the fact that one had in the other, and none able to continue hiding behind your insecurities.
+ + +
Leticia blinked drowsiness. The lamp had finally been extinguished, but the chamber was not completely dark, the clouds had disappeared a day to show an awesome night with a huge moon shining its light through the curtains between open. She blinked again, his eyelids closing and opening out slowly while his eyes were fixed on the clock near his head on the nightstand. 2:49
She accommodation in bed swinging his right leg above his left leg and picking up both to his stomach. Looking down, his eyes ran down her bare chest, step violet savanna covering his waist, and stood on the arm of Fernando. He was against it, his lead attached to the back of Leticia, arm stretching all along its side with his hand placed on hip women. She curled the side of his face in his pillow while another of his warm and strong breaths tickled the back of his neck, causing goose bumps arise on your skin, and she struggled with the smile that the last hours Love wanted to lay on her lips.
"I want to see what your provoke me, Leticia. "
She surrendered to his heavy eyelids, letting it completely closed. Focusing on the breath of Fernando, she coordinated theirs with him, stopping the sound from both your mind. She felt when he surrendered to sleep, your body tired and occasionally moving memoir that turned into dreams.
"Say it is not true."
Leticia was against a wall in the fourth semi dark, holding his legs tremors occurred. "It's yours," she said quietly, his eyes downcast.
"No! I do not believe, "he said, turning around and walking towards her to stay in front of your face. "Nobody will believe," he said, his words almost inaudible killed while his eyes a bit more about it. "You're not gonna ruin your life with a bastard who might not be mine!"
Leticia even with fear over, stared at him all the courage that the foreclosure. "You're hurting me Louis," she told him sternly, trying to move the wrist trapped man had him against the wall.
"Everyone will figure out the mess you are, you hear me?" He whispered to his ear. "Nobody will believe. No one will believe these crocodile tears from you. And anyone you want something used ... "He turned around near his mouth but I avoid it, now all the man's body preventing it from escaping. "If you do not want that to happen, you will responsible for eliminating the problem." Leticia
immediately turned toward his eyes dark with the fire that was declining but not yet extinguished. "Damn," she vocalize almost closed lips. "My parents do not know what I did," "
He put away, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I did not do anything!"
"I raped idiot! Raped me and I did not tell anyone! "Leticia he exclaimed, his blood boiling the injustice that still chasing her. She walked to the now, finding the fire of anger to go, shaking his head. "But not anymore, but I will not shut up, listen to me!?"
Their faces were inches apart now, his breath turning to man for his positions. He squinted, trying to evaluate the conviction in his words. "It would be capable."
"EVERYONE is going to bury the son of pu-"
Leticia shrugged, closeness to her rapist waking from sleep light, and startled causing her where she was lying to avoid the shock of the slap now only existed in his sleep. She deep breath, holding the inhalation until she felt the constant breaths Fernando once again make contact with his neck. Of soft, and reliable breaths, she heard his voice again, "No woman asks to be raped."
long after she thought so. So was convinced had been so convinced. That really was not rape. She loved him, had asked for and given invitation. But no. That was just a stupid naive to believe that her treatment. She knew. As I was not going to know? Even after taking what Luís had given her, she knew. Deep within herself, knew what had happened but could not remember some details.
"Nobody will believe."
Fernando moved and she stayed motionless on his body, holding your breath unstable until he returned from a constant. His hand slid off his hips, falling loosely over her stomach, and she found herself fascinated with her fingers against her white skin dark. He had believed. Without explanations or doubts. He believed, not because I had to do it, but because. Just like that. Leticia life, he thought, was taught that one had to gain the trust of the people, had to force others to believe in his word. But Fernando had taught him not to be so, she did not have to do anything to convince you to believe something that was true, something that was it. But also, he had been taught the same thing. Perhaps as it always had to fight against others to see what it was when from the beginning never had to check, but just be it, period.
"And no one will want something used ..."
No one had wanted, but had not been for the will of a damn. The blame for giving these words validity, relevance, resting only a couple of weary shoulders.
Yours. She
rearrangement in bed, changing its position to lie on his back. Fernando claims in his sleep, settling for change. His breaths came in lower noise in the air, his chest expanding and deflating with each breath. She settled on her pillow at him. She felt no anger over what had happened, and felt the responsibility, blame, I thought I had to charge to keep his anger in the facts. No longer guarding the notion, the belief that no man would approach her for what had happened, so what had happened. Lying there, with Fernando, nudity, constant breaths of warm, with its intoxicating scent becoming a permanent on your skin, she felt relaxed. I no longer had the world on his shoulders, no, quite the opposite. She felt calm. Protected. Segura. Well. As if for the first time in his twenty three years, she knew perfectly well where had to be.
dim light. Gently sweeping the walls and bottom bodies nearest small lamp, delivering a relaxed atmosphere around the room. On the floor at the foot of the bed, they could find pants pink pajamas. The top of the game hanging from a beam from the edge of the bed, ready to fall on his partner. The bed was disposed at times, times before. The bedspread cornered at the end of wood that formed the base of the bed, she once thought it was too big for her own. On the walls, shadows danced, swayed and twisted without sound or technique, an outstanding pace at the moment for intimacy.
In the center of the big bed, Leticia was lying on her back, her head tilted slightly and his eyes turned a piece above, staring at the relaxed face who stood still on it. His skin was tinged with a hint subtly scarlet, an impression created by the soft glow of the lamp to his left, his hair, tousled waves and was spread on the sheets beneath her violets.
She made no sound when Fernando walked freely hand your body, no cry of pleasure and resistance. She just looked at him. His dark eyes scanning her body half naked, completely, like the fingers of his Fernando explored. The only difference was that she was completely exposed to him, but he kept his underpants positions. And that was good, because for her, even when faced with any clothes on, did not feel as uncomfortable as when it was he who was exposed. She knew he would be exposed at some point, and the thought seized her cheeks with heat. I had to remove that fear, that naivete, that shyness with him. After all, they made love. Several times. It was time to enjoy the male body in all its glory, but not only for the nudity but because that body was that of Fernando. The body of the man she loved. Where
sat cross-legged in front of him with a knee against her carefully, she could see every inch of her body. The rise of strong muscles under his skin, his thick dark hair on their forearms and muscular legs, and every freckle, mole and scar no particular order marked his skin.
She concentrated on the slow rise and fall of his chest while a large hand Fernando rested his forehead, one finger extended outlining the path from the root of your hair to one side of his face, pausing for a moment to hide a lock of hair behind her ear. His touch continued his tour, outlining his jaw, ending at the tip of his chin before resuming to her neck, from one side to the other, falling on his chest. His hands slid down her breasts, her fingers to caress producing persistent feelings. Their caresses were not hurried nor strong, but investigative given for the purpose of memorizing his body as to induce pleasure.
When her fingers began to dance circles around her hard nipples, rubbing and giving gentle shaking, she closed her eyes, whispered moan, almost inaudible, leaving your lips between open. She deep breath, breathing it, and following his movements caused by vibrations in the skin and deep into your muscles. A brief caress step against his rib, to his stomach when the heat and humidity of the language of Fernando made contact with his navel. She immediately became impatient, her moans gaining strength and removing the comfortable silence in the room, while the damping path of your navel to your pubic bone. Leticia
lifted her hips slightly, extending an invitation, his first cry of protest came when Fernando's hands grabbed her by the waist and replanted on the mattress again. She stretched his hands on his head, holding the head of your bed. And continued, depositing kisses inside of her thighs, holding the friction enough to suck a small area of thin skin between her lips.
She then grabbed the strongest of the head of your bed, your nails done at the ripe dark marks. She began to squirm again while he was doing maneuvers with his tongue in slow circles around its center, sliding around it with enough pressure to tickle, to provoke, and to not release the body began to plead with her muscles quivering and moaning that suddenly caught in his lungs, and if that were suffering lack of oxygen.
"Oh ... God ... please Fernando ..." she vocalize, tilting his head back, her chin quivering up in the air while his muscles, his toes curled up to his jaw clenched, began a superb waves spasms. "Fer ..." She drowned in her own voice, giving the last spasms that gripped with waves of pleasure. His mouth was dry. The opening and closing, seeking relief on the lips of the man who approached and left her to move from his place. "Fer, let me touch you too. also need touch. "Her ecstasy rave controlling their body under the command of Ferdinand.
vaguely ringing, she seemed to hear his voice, authoritative but with a tinge of satisfaction seizing his every syllable. Just felt when his hands took hold of his wrists. Leticia's head fell back loose when brought forward, his eyes still closed just in a cloud of lust when he guided his seat.
"Lety, look at me."
His eyelids gradually opened to expose their pupils dilated. And when his eyes cleared, she could look into my eyes. He was surprised to see that was no longer on the bed but on the side of her, standing before her. She let out Sighing, the love drug relaxing your body, able to enjoy the view before your eyes without discomfort. After all, he was still with his shorts positions. Fernando
go to see male body with its eyes never wavering in it, he squinted to see her come to his eyes again, waiting, not knowing it was but also willing to undergo it. "I want you to see what I do," he instructed, sticking their thumbs in their underwear and getting out the only garment that clothed the naked.
Leticia's eyes widened. I was waiting, of course, but not that way, not as direct. She took her sight look better, seeing in them the permission that she needed to ask. The only stared, insisting that she looked, it looked all that was. What was hers.
Hesitatingly, Lety under the eyes, slowly. His eyes rested on his member, impressed. It was true. He was the first man who had been so. She looked at him and let her watch. I want you to see what I do, the he had said. Leticia was shy but not so naive to know he meant to tell Fernando that. He was excited. For her. He was excited to give her pleasure. And Leticia could not deny that it excited her even more to it. Leticia finally looked up and met with those dark eyes again, her dark eyes flashing with vulnerability he tried to hide. She was not the only exposed. Able that had never been subjected to nudity in this way, of this magnitude. He was sure of himself, that she had no doubt, but even the safest in the world may feel vulnerable in a situation like that.
She came, kneeling before him on the bed and then get up and put one hand on the cheek. I look at it fixed, like the did with it. "I want you," she confessed, with one hand behind your head and pulling him to his lips, his tongue exploring it on before his lips made contact. Her hands found both cheeks as they kissed, their bodies attached so that the erection of Fernando pushed the soft skin of Leticia's stomach while the hands of the was his butt. She smiled as she dropped a hand sliding down his chest down, never discontinuing the kiss, and Fernando achieving the only immobile it in your hand.
"Lety ..." Lety
But I hear the danger in her voice, she kept the kiss that nothing in the world wanted to finish, while Fernando ran penis with slow strokes, inspiring groans from the inside his mouth. The kisses became desperate, strong, when Leticia beyond the limits of Fernando.
The turn from the kiss, breathing hard and holding in his eyes. "I need ..."
"Not yet," she interrupted to tell him, kissing him again, but now pulling her toward the bed. The reason I hear, I hear his words, he just needed to be inside her, now or at any time would lose the battle. But Leticia was but insistent on what he wanted. Fernando did not have time to understand when she had him back, for your pleasure.
"Lety, that ..."
But Fernando could not vocalize a word but when Leticia slipped through his body, out of your control once more to take in his hand. Fernando closed his eyes, letting his head fall back to the pet feel that way. Where the hell had learned that!? His mind was clouded when he felt a touch of air. Looking up, she was terrified at the thought that had, somehow, under pressure to do what she intended to do. "Lety, that ... I did not do for you ..." A groan he defeated Leticia words when given a squeeze.
"I want to Fernando."
Fernando found all the strength I had to lift her head and look at the expression.
"Let me do it, if"
Fernando closed his eyes to leave the head down in defeat on the pillow under it. Before he could react it was, Jennifer and I had it in his mouth.
+ + +
made love twice after that.
She bucked against him, to the, in, its flattened against the chest, the sweat on his stomach rubbing against the, and his face flushed a few inches away from the of. Both with open eyes, seeing clearly, and looking carefully. The corners of his mouth lifted up at the same time, their breathless groans mingled in the air and odors of the individual were passed to her and she him. Once
Leticia arched his back, his head falling loose, Fernando raised him until her face was against his back. "I want to watch," he whispered, his request coming from your throat. "I want you to see what you provoke me, Leticia."
She complained without shame as he entered it with more depth. She grabbed his back, screaming with pleasure while Fernando lips barely touched hers and pushed into it, stronger and with more intensity. Skin against skin and groans arose harmoniously as muscles contracted, stealing breath and consistency and control.
And through every thrill, every breath, trembling, and every electric tingling that your muscles tense, they watched. No hiding from the fact that one had in the other, and none able to continue hiding behind your insecurities.
+ + +
Leticia blinked drowsiness. The lamp had finally been extinguished, but the chamber was not completely dark, the clouds had disappeared a day to show an awesome night with a huge moon shining its light through the curtains between open. She blinked again, his eyelids closing and opening out slowly while his eyes were fixed on the clock near his head on the nightstand. 2:49
She accommodation in bed swinging his right leg above his left leg and picking up both to his stomach. Looking down, his eyes ran down her bare chest, step violet savanna covering his waist, and stood on the arm of Fernando. He was against it, his lead attached to the back of Leticia, arm stretching all along its side with his hand placed on hip women. She curled the side of his face in his pillow while another of his warm and strong breaths tickled the back of his neck, causing goose bumps arise on your skin, and she struggled with the smile that the last hours Love wanted to lay on her lips.
"I want to see what your provoke me, Leticia. "
She surrendered to his heavy eyelids, letting it completely closed. Focusing on the breath of Fernando, she coordinated theirs with him, stopping the sound from both your mind. She felt when he surrendered to sleep, your body tired and occasionally moving memoir that turned into dreams.
"Say it is not true."
Leticia was against a wall in the fourth semi dark, holding his legs tremors occurred. "It's yours," she said quietly, his eyes downcast.
"No! I do not believe, "he said, turning around and walking towards her to stay in front of your face. "Nobody will believe," he said, his words almost inaudible killed while his eyes a bit more about it. "You're not gonna ruin your life with a bastard who might not be mine!"
Leticia even with fear over, stared at him all the courage that the foreclosure. "You're hurting me Louis," she told him sternly, trying to move the wrist trapped man had him against the wall.
"Everyone will figure out the mess you are, you hear me?" He whispered to his ear. "Nobody will believe. No one will believe these crocodile tears from you. And anyone you want something used ... "He turned around near his mouth but I avoid it, now all the man's body preventing it from escaping. "If you do not want that to happen, you will responsible for eliminating the problem." Leticia
immediately turned toward his eyes dark with the fire that was declining but not yet extinguished. "Damn," she vocalize almost closed lips. "My parents do not know what I did," "
He put away, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I did not do anything!"
"I raped idiot! Raped me and I did not tell anyone! "Leticia he exclaimed, his blood boiling the injustice that still chasing her. She walked to the now, finding the fire of anger to go, shaking his head. "But not anymore, but I will not shut up, listen to me!?"
Their faces were inches apart now, his breath turning to man for his positions. He squinted, trying to evaluate the conviction in his words. "It would be capable."
"EVERYONE is going to bury the son of pu-"
Leticia shrugged, closeness to her rapist waking from sleep light, and startled causing her where she was lying to avoid the shock of the slap now only existed in his sleep. She deep breath, holding the inhalation until she felt the constant breaths Fernando once again make contact with his neck. Of soft, and reliable breaths, she heard his voice again, "No woman asks to be raped."
long after she thought so. So was convinced had been so convinced. That really was not rape. She loved him, had asked for and given invitation. But no. That was just a stupid naive to believe that her treatment. She knew. As I was not going to know? Even after taking what Luís had given her, she knew. Deep within herself, knew what had happened but could not remember some details.
"Nobody will believe."
Fernando moved and she stayed motionless on his body, holding your breath unstable until he returned from a constant. His hand slid off his hips, falling loosely over her stomach, and she found herself fascinated with her fingers against her white skin dark. He had believed. Without explanations or doubts. He believed, not because I had to do it, but because. Just like that. Leticia life, he thought, was taught that one had to gain the trust of the people, had to force others to believe in his word. But Fernando had taught him not to be so, she did not have to do anything to convince you to believe something that was true, something that was it. But also, he had been taught the same thing. Perhaps as it always had to fight against others to see what it was when from the beginning never had to check, but just be it, period.
"And no one will want something used ..."
No one had wanted, but had not been for the will of a damn. The blame for giving these words validity, relevance, resting only a couple of weary shoulders.
Yours. She
rearrangement in bed, changing its position to lie on his back. Fernando claims in his sleep, settling for change. His breaths came in lower noise in the air, his chest expanding and deflating with each breath. She settled on her pillow at him. She felt no anger over what had happened, and felt the responsibility, blame, I thought I had to charge to keep his anger in the facts. No longer guarding the notion, the belief that no man would approach her for what had happened, so what had happened. Lying there, with Fernando, nudity, constant breaths of warm, with its intoxicating scent becoming a permanent on your skin, she felt relaxed. I no longer had the world on his shoulders, no, quite the opposite. She felt calm. Protected. Segura. Well. As if for the first time in his twenty three years, she knew perfectly well where had to be.
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