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My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. People hounded him about the disappearances mercilessly for weeks after the concert, first the police, then the Becks, then people from school. A vague desire to justify himself ruffled her father. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke. And he could not return this love. . ’ He smiled down at her.
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