| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - She was too caught in her role as of keeping me happy to realize what I was doing to her.After all she still looked different enough to be her own person, but close enough to Fleur that if I just closed my eyes, I could pretend the woman moaning in ecstasy underneath me every night was the haughty, fiery French woman I had lost my heart to.It was a year later before Lavender caught up with not-so
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