It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. " "Your secret?" demanded Trenchard, impatiently. She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she loved Capes.
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