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“I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. But what a monster was this Emile. I am come to rescue you from Wild's violence. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. " "For every hurt she has, I shall have two. " "I'll tell you what I'll do," rejoined the other. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. My foster mom works there as a second job. And―and he wanted to help you.
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