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He put an arm around her. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. It would not have been for her an anomaly to read a love story in which there were no kisses. There was a deep groan, and the sound of a fall within.
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