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She had remained patently unavailable to him. It was something that Sebastian had refused to do, a lifestyle that he placed himself above. She ran through the backyards of Pinecrest subdivision, piano wire and a slim jim tucked into her pantyhose. “You will be so good as to leave us your correct name and address, mademoiselle,” he said curtly. “A move of any sort would certainly be fatal. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements. You are the High Priestess of Life.
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