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Author [lestat de lioncourt]
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Two Things.
Two Things.
His eyes reminded her of autumn, wet leaves, tea, they were the smell of a bonfire and pot smoke and his freckles on his nose almost matched the eyes. She ignored all this, or tried to.
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