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It was the spring ofI was living at the time with one of my best friends.

He seemed anxious to get home; normally he is in no rush and probably would have had a few more.

He seemed anxious to get home; normally he is in no rush and probably would have had a few more.

Then we walked up to a long, one-story building next to the taller sanctuary, and he paused, turning to me.

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I started to nod, and he squeezed my breast tightly.

At least the fish didn't bicker about getting a lower discount than advertised, or that so-and-so was already out of whatever it was in the flyer and it was only nine o'clock.

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