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“He shook his head. "Good-bye, my dear. I'm afraid the next time we meet, we'll be bitter enemies." She clasped his hand. "Then I hope we never meet again." Then, with a wave of her hands, she vanished.” — Traci Chee
He shook his head. "Good-bye, my dear. I'm afraid the next time we meet, we'll be bitter enemies."
She clasped his hand. "Then I hope we never meet again."
Then, with a wave of her hands, she vanished.