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I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. Sheila’s boys hadn’t been much help when they were around the house, anyway, they were more partial to lolling around on couches and running around with their girls. It was surely odd that her thought should pick up that picture and recast it so vividly.
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