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... t hunched over her desk, the lamp casting a warm circle of light on the cream-colored paper.
Outside, the night was dark and still, but inside Ines’s mind, and on the page before her, her creativity was threatening to spill over.
"Stefan...!" Doris moaned.
Ines wrote the words, her hand trembling slightly. She could hear the moan in her own head. It wasn’t Doris’s voice. It was her own. The low, helpless sound she had made in this very room, on this very desk.
Dor ...
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