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| 19 | 615 | "And, as I recall," I said, "she View more quotes about cried">cried herself mine". |
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| 19 | 612 | "And I seem to recall," I said, "that on the Street of the Writhing Slave, you cried out, confessing to me, that she in my arms was now naught but a Gorean slave girl". |
| 19 | 613 | She looked at me, angrily. |
| 19 | 614 | She bit her lip. |
| 19 | 615 | "And, as I recall," I said, "she cried herself mine". |
| 19 | 616 | She looked at me, in fury. |
| 19 | 617 | "Have you forgotten?" I asked. |
| 19 | 618 | "No," she said. |