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All in all, a very promising specimen. Not quite Billy the Bounder, of course... but if you cleaned him up, put him in some decent clothes, and taught him a few chords on the guitar...
She tossed her head, sending a wave through her red hair. “Sure. Let's go to a café. I'm Nora, but everyone calls me Sparky.”
And for a moment his smile turned October into July.
[1] W. Shakespeare, "The Merry Wives of Windsor".
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