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"What," she said with guilt disguised as girlish curiosity when she realized he was looking at her book.
"You always knew it was me, didn't you? You always knew it was me. Writing you, sending you roses, sending you jewels. You always knew it was me, didn't you?"
"I... I... You gave me that address! You were drunk. And I didn't know what to think when you started writing me those things. I'm... I'm... sorry. I couldn't help myself. I... you... I knew I wanted this from you soon after you moved back here. I can't explain it. I was ashamed. And I had no way of telling you. Then you started writing me these things... such dark and sensual things. What could I do? I..."
He stood and looked down at her, his big sister.
"Get back in the fucking bed... sister. We've only just begun."
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