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My name is Annabel, not Anna. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. It wound around a small manufactured lake. Too many. Seems as she don’t trust soldiers easy. "All right," he said.

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