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  touch the woman with disgust or harm. He caressed her side feeling the softness of the velvet-draped over her waist. Her trembling lips muttered

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  ,just like what grandmother made. The smell of dripping coacoa set Moodie in a stir, a taste shouldn't, couldn't hurt.

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  "Death is just a hobby" and "Lovers of Furreal Friends"

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  And with a single cry, she fell. Clutching her books to her heart. A night, a day, a year to be forgotten by time.

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