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She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Buried under various ancestral sixteenths, smothered under modern thought, liberty of action and bewildering variety of flesh-pots, it was still alive to the extent that it needed only his present state to resuscitate it in all its peculiar force. She frowned and gripped her hands about her knees very tightly. She had maintained a B in each subject except History, which she occasionally felt compelled to strive for A’s in, considering she had lived through most of it. Never mind, I’ve got plenty. "But first let us secure Sheppard. Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still. There was one verse that haunted and mocked her. There is no further hope.
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