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You must forgive the poet’s license I take. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. “Come on in, Michelle. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. McClintock, coming from below, saw them and went forward. ’ ‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I am hardly likely to succeed.
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