He got out of the car and lifted her from the convertible before she could open the door. The girl suppressed a chuckle that would have been inexplicable. She turned the television off. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. It is not at all what I expected either. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers.
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