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She gripped the handle farther up in her left hand and spread her legs like a logger.
There had been no opportunity to change since then, not for Ian, not for any of them.If he lived, he could write another book - re-create this one, even, if he wanted to. He touched the swell of her breast and felt the strong, and steady beat of her heart.If he lived, he could write another book - re-create this one, even, if he wanted to.
He touched the swell of her breast and felt the strong, and steady beat of her heart.He touched the swell of her breast and felt the strong, and steady beat of her heart.
He could see random flowers of rust blooming on this side before the goop covered it.
She gripped the handle farther up in her left hand and spread her legs like a logger.
There had been no opportunity to change since then, not for Ian, not for any of them.






 


She gripped the handle farther up in her left 
hand and spread her legs like a logger.
There had been no opportunity to 
change since then, not for Ian, not for any of them.
If he lived, he could write another book - re-create this 
one, even, if he wanted to. He touched the swell of her breast and felt the 
strong, and steady beat of her heart.
If he lived, he could write another book - re-create this one, even, if 
he wanted to.
He touched the swell of her breast and felt the strong, and 
steady beat of her heart.
He touched 
the swell of her breast and felt the strong, and steady beat of her 
heart.
He could see random flowers of rust blooming on this side before the 
goop covered it.
She gripped the handle farther up in her left hand and 
spread her legs like a logger.
There had been no opportunity to change since 
then, not for Ian, not for any of them.


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