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He saw it in book-covers, on the stage. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. He would be so disappointed.
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