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... llowed the three retreating figures, darkened now by possessiveness.
"Hmph," he muttered under his breath. "I’ve never failed to take a woman I’m interested in before."
Sound of the crowd drowned out what he said.
Fresh cries rang out as sellers called their amounts. Laughter spilled from kids nearby. Over cracked rock, a cart trundled by, its axles groaning under weight. Life pushed forward without pause, blind to the quiet spark now rooted deep inside a boy too eager to ...
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