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... rounded by that elusive scent, Vera Yves realized they were in the bedroom she and Winston Valentine used to have in the old house.
The man exuded a strong smell of alcohol, and under the pale light from outside the window, she could see his silhouette.
She fumbled to turn on the light, but Winston Valentine clamped her wrist, domineeringly pinning her against the door.
Vera Yves tried to stay calm, "Winston Valentine, don’t pretend to be drunk. Don’t forget the condition ...
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