#179009 - The door opened and Molly stepped back, her face glowing from the effort she'd put into creating the whimpering wretch who hung limply from his wrists between the bedposts. We won't be offered one, Alice told him in a bleak voice. Jeremy blushed and moved hurriedly on.
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