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She looked at me through narrowed eyes, and coyly turned her head and presented her cheek to me, in a slightly affected old-fashioned sort of way. her. He wasn’t there. but then, doing it stood up like this felt so good. It wasn’t a front. I half-imagined seeing someone looking down out of a back bedroom or bathroom window or something, watching us or even shouting
