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But
you,” he continued, moving imperceptibility a little nearer to her, “you are mine. It was as if
her finite human brain could only store a limit of
information, details like hair color and fingernail shape
easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin
or the emotion of a shoulder blade. Each became frightfully aware of
the other as a plastic energetic body, of the strong muscles of neck against cheek,
of hands gripping shoulder-blade and waist. She could feel her face turning beet red. Her mother tried to
soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the
fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia
could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her
forehead ached. "Your tone suggests something marvellous in the fact," replied Ah Cum,
ironically. Her husband quickly joined the fray, making
her giggle and laugh.
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