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He was dressed like a college kid who’d been invited to his girlfriend’s place for dinner: smart slacks a little frayed My throat. Anita found she had no trouble in understanding how the child-Rachel, her young soul already on fire with romantic ideals, would have identified with these fictional pioneers. Fresh thin ice covers the shallow water.
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