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“Aye, a pretty face could gain a man's attention easy enough, but with some women, the first flash of desire proved as temporary as a ripple on water. Without something deeper beneath the surface, the attraction evaporated in the stagnant shallows.”

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Book:The Raven Song
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Book:Season of Migration to the North
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