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her hands didn t stop at my fingertips, nor mine at hers. We couldn t say
anything more. Even the gusts of the full winter wind didn t bother us. Then
again, we didn t stay on the balcony long, and she had already barred the
door.
Someone knocked, of course, but that was later. Much later.
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