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So sorry, Candy, darling, just thinking about what happened out there made me faint. In any case…
Those two did a horrible thing. Or, should I say, the Count did it, since LyaLya is, according to him, a rather obtuse fellow and couldn’t be counted on to plan anything more complicated than lacing up his soccer cleats.
In the late evening, those of us still left went to the far back lawn (you know, the one next to the woods,) to fry marshmallows around a ...
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