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... ucking them off one by one as the melancholy in her heart gradually deepened.
She sat in the flower garden for more than ten minutes. It was a midsummer night; though the sun’s scorching daytime heat had passed, a stuffy warmth still lingered. The buzzing of mosquitoes filled her ears, and her legs were covered with terribly itchy bites.
Sophie Sullivan scratched for a while until anger suddenly surged within her. Why should *I* be out here feeding mosquitoes while that damn coup ...
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