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CHAPTER 32 "Her eyes were closed and she was swaying her head in a circle that sent her hair into twirling lightning strikes. One hand held her shoulder as if she was holding her imaginary lover’s arm there and the other hand was pulling her skirt slightly upwards. I caught a glimpse of the top lace of her freestanding black stockings."

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