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’ Joan sniffed. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. ” John traced his finger over the meeting point of her breast and her ribcage as they lay naked on his unmade bed. This won’t do. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. Besides, I thought you despised killing women.
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