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🏆 “I know, dear,” agreed Flossie, “you’ve both of you made up your minds it shall always remain a beautiful union of twin spirits. Unfortunately you’ve both got bodies—rather attractive bodies.” There was a long silence. Joan felt the tears trickling between her fingers.!

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