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HE NIGHT AIR was autumn crisp. Debbie moved down the street with a fluid beauty that made even the most sophisticated men gape in wonder. Bobbed brunette hair framed her exquisitely angled face. Her body's move-
ments proclaimed a sensual |
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authority. There was power in her magic.
Friends surrounded Helene as she prepared to leave. Her liquid blue eyes couldn't hide the fear. Her hand was on the doorknob when she turned and ran to a tall young man. She buried her head in his chest. |
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Her long blonde hair cascaded down and rippled like a golden rapids. She remained that way for a long time, but eventually had to go off alone. Only her footsteps resounded as she descended three flights of stairs and exited onto the New York streets. Though given cab fare, |
