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1 " Sorry . . . thank you. Good night,” she said finally. She pivoted and headed for the house. He stared blankly. Thank you, good night? Like she was Lynyrd Skynyrd, and he was a San Francisco crowd? "
― Julie Anne Long ,
2 " Nothing was more erotic than a big, hot, strong guy armed with a spreadsheet whose object was to make her life easier. "