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Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. “I say!” he cried. "But I like Bobby Burns best. Ruth obeyed, not willingly, but because there was something hypnotic in the authoritative tone.
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