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			<description>Calvin set the glass on the table, enjoying the small ringing sound before he let himself look up again and meet those eyes. Cold, dark eyes that made him feel small again. His heart hardened in his chest and he allowed it to happen. Safety in that.&quot;You'd like her...&quot; he spoke softly.&quot;Gone,&quot; the man..</description>
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