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        It y to enter suspicious spes amorary; but one day late t spring, ibule, I noticed a very provocative man examiniainedgray , and , a pale blue, oo loosely oioning    rubbing afinger across ttering of her name.

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        tion didnt embarrass o    asked.

        "Son," ;I need a friend."

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