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...'s. She remembered Madonna's crass flirtation with Britney, how no matter how toned the older woman was, she had texture that didn't belong to youth. The garage door snapped at gear's end, and she told herself, ... desk. No, this wasn't walking--this was a russet river's ambling, a caress along the soft-soil bank. And there again was his voice. They needed him to help someone. Now was her chance to ...

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