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“You disagree?”
“In theory, no. But it was wonderful to be standing in its tepid stream with the naked Annabelle, watching the water flow in rivulets shaped by her sweet little body. Why is that?”
“You haven’t spoken to me, either.”
That was true but seemed somehow irrelevant. I just thought I owed you that.” Then her hand slid back up my thigh and