Her shoulders began to ache. There's the paragraph. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. ‘I told you I would find out all about you, Melusine. I know South America and Canada like the lines in my hand.
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