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Your sister! Great God, how like she is to what you were!” Annabel looked around her nervously. They were bathing in the stream. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. “You doubted me?” She joked. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Since she was only seventeen when she had them, she didn’t deal with it very well.
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