” Mr. Wild himself if I met him," retorted Jack. ‘I’ll play you at your own game,’ he growled, holding the foreshortened foil in place with rigid control. “You are very good,” she said. The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. The night was now profoundly dark. Until the last few months.
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