"The key's on the outside— quick! quick!" Instantly alive to this chance, Blueskin broke away. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. She nuzzled his chest and he breathed deeply of the scent of her Finesse conditioner. His nose was large but also fine and angular, tapering to a point at the end like a nobleman’s. It was Annabel who spoke.
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