ovea.”yes,”hesaidsoftly,”ie.ioh,kady,iyou.”

beforekadyuldforprotest,hepulledherintohisarandkissedher,andshekneankissedher.gregoryhadkissedherorandtheexankissedherinaadehereapartofhi

tuingherheadinhisbighand,hevedheruthsoheuldbetterreaanhad.histooueltherbodyintohis,herssosoft,hissohard.

hishandsveddoeloosefrotsthiedtoverhers;hishandsoutha.hisgripostadehieelthislikely

astarikheldher,knoselffroakinglovetoherhereandnow,an,

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iiinking,sothisisadehisthoughtsfreeze.

ithoughthesolidroehadtuedintoalifesizepiovies,andthroughtheopeningheuldseeedlylegendoflongago.therehfour

dressedensittingonthebalny.horses,tiedto

,,,its,flickedfliesenuddystreets.

thesightonttarikfotalloouthavingfinallyas.

i,,istinctively,hisartightenedabouther,notinpassionbutinprote.upuntilnobelievedahedbeeopiecetogetherofherstoryofhadhappeo

herily.

yearsago,hehadresearilyhistory,tryingtofigureoutilysrustterilyhistorybutnoexplanation.

no,hekeverkadysaidhadhappeoherrue.i

thedoorstothesaloonopened,andheuldhearthesoundsofabadlytunedpianoingfronside.andheuldsllthedandhorseheunhat”kadyasked,butriedtotuherhead,heheldherfast.”nothing,sheart,”heohisshoulderandholdingitthere.hedneverfeltthisa

allhar”no”kadysuddenlycriedasshepushedagainsthiharply,thenlookedattherock.

totariksastonishnt,theseuedherhead,the

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roontsbothofthetaredinsilenothingbuttheordinaryroe.”it,andhee.”heknean,butheakeh

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