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She forced herself not to think of John. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. Perhaps if I had watched over her more closely, things would have been different. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. I do not love any one.
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