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when he’d rounded the corner and discovered me topless, he’d dropped everything in his arms. Including the long pole with the net on the end. It was as if someone had put their foot down on the sustain pedal of a piano, only this piano played the music of time, and the moment suspended with my long, drawn out gasp.
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