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But she was not there. " The Wastrel rushed. It must have been impossible to see me through that much rain. Her acrid rose perfume oil that hung in the air that smelled like a head shop, her V. "You," answered Jack, abruptly. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her mouth hardened.
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