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She inhaled him with each breath, and with each breath she felt absurdly weaker; the tremors within her seemed to race more hotly.
" You need to -- get out, " she whispered. " You are not listening to me." " I am. You think that the club is dangerous,and that I should stay away from it. " from: Heather Graham Pozzessere, Down in New Orleans. Zebra Books 1996, p.147 |