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“With a small smile, she pushed open the door. Immediately, a rush of warm, delicious air hit her in the face--the most welcome knockout blow she could imagine. She breathed deep. Interesting how two businesses with similar wares could smell so distinct. Sugar Fair was caramel, candyfloss, popcorn. De Vere's was dark chocolate and bourbon---deep, indulgent, sensual.”

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Book:Battle Royal
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