“Do you mind if I tweeze your eyebrows?” Shari asked her. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. “Yes,” she said at last, “it is firm and affectionate. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. The walls were pristine white and unmarked except for two sconces and a rather colorless Monet poster that had been framed in an expensive oak surround.
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