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I’m not a lovesick boy. He was shifting to reach his own weapon, which had fallen in between the pews at the back. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. I’ve got imagination.
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