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‘Jacques, where are you hurt?’ But as she asked the question, she saw the wound. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. Red velvet curtains rustled under dim lights as the door shut with a heavy snap. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her.
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